November 19, 2019

The Missing Machine

posted on: Thursday November 8, 2001

Matt Daly

She never knew that much concerning cars
besides the place she went to trade them in.
The dealers there would lie right to her face,
and driving home, she’d realize later on,
the change could only last a little while.
To see her now, so tired and beaten down,
from six long years of jumping car to car,
I wish that I could find a ride for her
that wouldn’t leave her stranded and alone,
that let her concentrate on just the road
enjoying all the pleasures she deserves.
And maybe she could learn the little tricks
that let her know she needed some repair,
the knowledge of herself would help enough
to make the choice to keep on driving past
or stop the car to travel on her own.

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