As They Tow Me to the Salvage Yard
I generally keep my head on straight
but I can’t say if it does me any good.
I’m a long gray Cadillac convertible
with a might of mileage and a mite of wear
but old cars rode a certain stretch of road.
I slowed, at times, to be admired,
hoping I’d be a collector’s item
someday tucked away in God’s garage.
All I do now is stay in the moment,
try not to worry or think about
what waits at the end of the ride.
I generally kept my head on straight.
Soon I’ll learn if it did me any good.
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Charming, Mike!
If it’s true that you “stay in the moment,” isn’t the title a bit premature, despite the change in tense (“keep” to “kept”)? (Of course, being an agemate, I needed to linger on this poem.)
We are the un-garaged classics.
Nice metaphor and it sits well on the page.
The poem cruises. I like the long metaphor. Great to see you back this year.
Great stuff, Mike, although I also agree with Gaby’s drift. You ain’t nowhere near the junkyard yet.
Love the metaphor of this piece, Mike. You’ve got a fine-tuned engine.
I enjoy the progression on this poem. The sense of finality makes the reader wonder how their ‘last ride’ will be.
Great metaphor Mike!
I, too, am quickly heading for the junkyard.
“I’m a long gray Cadillac convertible
with a might of mileage and a mite of wear”–love this metaphor and the sounds!
Oh, Mike! You haven’t lost any MPH! Your poems certainly make me smile. Good to read your work again!
I appreciate the kind words and encouragement from my fellow vehicles! Thank you.