The Car

Hi there. I have to say that this poem is not about me but I know there are many women who will understand the sentiment. Don’t worry – she triumphs in the end!!

The Car

I failed my M.O.T. today,
He tells me I’m no good.
My useful life is over.
I don’t ‘go’ now like I should.

We’d race along the open roads,
We’d race along the highways.
From County town to County town
Through country lanes and byways.

He treated me so tenderly,
Denied me nothing at all.
New tyres when I needed them,
And lubricating oil.

I responded to his every touch
My pedals beneath his feet.
Whatever we encountered
We never missed a beat.

He’d drive me in the Summer sun
Or in the depths of snow.
I came through with flying colours
And not once complained, you know.

He’d touch me lovingly as he walked by
For no apparent reason.
I was his pride, I was his joy,
To be less would be like treason.

But the years rolled by, the shine wore off,
I needed some TLC.
All I got from him was a look that said
‘Time for a change….for me’.

So in that time and bit by bit
My place in his heart was such
That he looked at me with pitying eyes
As I developed patches of rust.

He’d drool in new-car showrooms
As he’d carefully caress
The sleekness of their bodies
While mine just looked a mess.

My fate was sealed, I’m sure of that.
He’ll be happy when I’m sold.
My crime for this harsh sentence?
Of course…. I just got old.

I’d given him a lifetime of
joy and love, some tears.
You can tell by now I’m not a car.
But his wife of many years.

A younger model? Go ahead,
Satisfy your obsession.
Treat her as you once did me –
Nothing but a possession.

But don’t forget, it won’t last long.
She’ll disperse as wind-blown dust,
But not before accusing YOU
Of having too much rust.

Your wheels will then no longer turn
Your oil will dry up too.
You’ll join me on the scrap heap
As all old cars must do.

But what’s this? I am not there.
Someone has rescued me
And accepted me for what I am,
Not what I used to be.

Take it from the horse’s mouth, nowt sweeps
clean like a nice, new broom.
So I will say cheerio, farewell,
Adios, toodle-pip, VROOM VROOM!!