Sunday, October 17, 2010

36: The Mustang

As I arrive and park the mustang tonight,
I couldn't help but see what a deadbeat
Mustang I have.
Peeling paint,
Rusting frame,
Creaking joints,
Oh how tired he must be!
Serving me well in all these years.
Taking me to wherever I desire to go.
Proud to have a mustang as tough as this.
But the mustang no matter how tough -
Needs a break like everyone else.
Rest will it be granted -
To my deadbeat mustang.

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