Oh! little mover of teenagers long ago.
You suffered indignity
sliding to and fro'
along wintry paths
hitting telephone poles
and snowbanks.
And rolling rolling rolling.

You took your charges safely
from home and back again.
Running on gas or fumes.
And hope.
Yet rarely did you fail
of your own volition.

Always faithful.
Always true
whether parked
or idling
or on the move.
'Til you could move no more.

*Originally written 1/30/2009 


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