Goodbye Ollie, Hello Louie
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
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
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
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Why is it that grandmothers made such good mashed potatoes? I have named my cars as well. They have personalities they have to earn. Enjoyed this!