Rust Bucket
I love the rust bucket
that is my car.
It is an old,
reliable
companion.
I am uncomfortable
around brand-new things.
They are too shiny, too stiff,
too sharp around the edges.
They are not time tested.
They make me nervous.
I love things that are
dependable, comfortable,
soft to the touch,
familiar to me.
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Love this!
Wow.
Just perfect.
Thile ending makes it even more perfectm
I feel this so much and this poem is so you it makes me smile even more.
I love this! A really great poem! You have brought your masterful touch to it!