I junked my first car yesterday

A decade of rides drove away from me
To it’s imminent death
It was beyond it’s time
But beautiful
My last remnant of a granny who made
Mashed potatoes like you wouldn’t believe
His name was Ollie
Now Louie sits in my driveway
He has windows that roll down
A/C
Radio
Louie was handed to me
In the most gracious way: free.
Louie can go on the interstate
And do what Ollie couldn’t
But tears of gratitude come for both rides
For what was, and for what is
And a sunroof? Please.
Louie is a gift
Not a new car