Poem: Old Relic, More Humor, Part 4 of Seven Secrets

Old Relic

My car’s an old relic.

She is two decades old.

Engine whines, hard to crank,

Slow to start when she’s cold.

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It’s best to take your time,

Allowing gears to turn,

‘Fore swinging onto road

And letting rubber burn.

I, too, am old relic,

Without much gas in tank.

Mornings I tend to whine

And often am a crank.

Don’t push me out early,

I’ll only be a grouch.

Better let the caffeine

Kick start me off the couch.

June Nash

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