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Ode to My Truck II
by James ZealyOld and battered
Wrecked and reborn
Therapy for another
Even when disabled
Now two years hence
My truck refused to aquiesce
It cranked though it was declared junk,
Rolled despite a crushed fender
And radiator.
It rested for two years
In a friends garage awaiting
A new purpose
Spawned by jobs collapsing
Like its crumpled fender
His keeper confused and angry
Found life and desire
With every fender pull
Every hood pound bend and jump
Every shade tree mechanic trick
Until it started and rolled anew
My truck's saviour walks a little straighter
A sense of accomplishment imprinted
With each step
As I touched the rough and bumpy fender
I felt a rush of loss made whole
And smiled 04/10/2009 Posted on 04/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 James Zealy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 04/10/09 at 08:15 PM Good for you resurrecting the old again. I pat you on the back. PS I hope your truck is a classic, it may be worth some money. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/10/09 at 10:26 PM When I first read the first few lines, I thought, "oh my, this describes me!" lol
If only doctors were this good. I loved this!
~Clara Mae |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/11/09 at 12:55 AM I enjoyed the rebirth aspect to this. A satisfying ending. |
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