OLD BEATER
When I reach the end
of that road
I'll be like some of those old cars
I used to drive around
held together by chewing gum
and bailing wire
an old beater
(I know what you're thinkin')
limpin' along
chokin' and coughin' and splutterin'
(but never out of "gas")
destined for some boneyard
to be gutted for spare parts
... lots of dose ole "bangers" in Cuba still alive and kickin ... viva Cuba ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteYeah, a lot of us old beaters are still kickin...but some U have to use the crank in front to get it started.
DeleteMe, too, just like my last car that had over 500,000 kms on it and still started up every time. I used to joke that it is strange when the cars I used to go out on dates in are antiques and I'm still looking for Mr Right. (Not any more though - way too tired.) This made me smile, kiddo.
ReplyDeleteHa, Sherry...I hear ya. At some point, some things are just too much trouble!
ReplyDeleteNice poem, ode to old...cars. I still drive a beater and love every minute of it, except when it stops in the middle of the intersection.
ReplyDeleteI no longer drive a beater...I AM a beater!
DeleteNot your usual subject matter, but enjoyed your poetic pithiness here... Easy to become sentimental about old motors though and good to play around with this notion... With Best Wishes
ReplyDeleteOld cars and old farts...many similarities.
DeleteOh I do feel like I need some spare-parts sometimes... thanks for all the sparepart... you are needed.
ReplyDeleteGlad to oblige--lol
DeleteHa...love the comparison of an old, worn out jalopy to an old, worn out human...enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteYou're so very welcome!
DeleteI have to agree with Gayle. I enjoyed the comparison of and old car to a worn out man. :) Classic. ^^
ReplyDeleteThanks, Maria...many similarities between cars and people. They both need fuel and they both make wrong turns sometimes and get lost.
DeleteExcellent write :)
ReplyDeleteNice to see you, Sanaa!
DeleteMany an old beater has been resurrected- but the smell of the original can not be... Thank you...bkm
ReplyDeleteGOOD POINT! But we can hang one of those pine scented air fresheners around our necks and make it a little better.
DeleteThank you for this enjoyable verse
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, Martin for stopping by.
DeleteWonderful imagery and humour :)
ReplyDeleteI want to end up looking well-used and like I have really 'lived' life.
I resonate with that--I've been "well used"...and abused :)
Deletehaha
ReplyDeleteGotta love this one.
Ooh...thanks, Susan!
DeleteThis made me laugh out loud - so you definitely hit a nerve here (a 65 year old nerve, at that). Really enjoyed reading this piece. You are very talented.
ReplyDeleteOut loud, eh? That warms the cockles of my heart! (One day will have to look up "cockles" to see what that means.)
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