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The bright red convertible

 His midlife-crisis-mobile.

  Traded his faithful pick-up truck

 For newer wheels.

  Traded his faithful wife

  For not as new mistress.

 Changing his life , he said,

  Changing everyone elses too.

  Trying to recapture a youth

  He had only had in dreams.

  Bright red convertible.

  The midlife-crisis-mobile.

  He should be happy now

  But was he?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Suzadail Jr. Avatar
January 4, 2011 at 4:49 PM
I guess we all go through it at one time or another. Some give up a lot more than they realize. Vince
L Avatar
April 5, 2010 at 5:00 AM
Nice poem, i have learnt that it is not always greener on the otherside. The grass grow and it still has to me mowed. great poem
Dufresne Avatar
April 3, 2010 at 8:07 PM
you certainly captured someone trying to recapture his youth in this fine telling poem, Francine. ....he said ...as he drove off into the sunset in his battered old 92 pickup .... Midlifecrisis mobile. hehe heh I like that. -Robert
Fraser Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 4:48 PM
This poem must relate to so many people out there, and will also tomorrow and beyond >> James
Cheeseman Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 2:17 PM
Good write here I enjoyed this, the grass is greener on the other side, IS IT ??? Daniel
Johnson Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 10:45 AM
I guess he didn't make it thru the change of life. Red convertibles and slightly used mistresses won't keep him happy long. Thanks for reading and commenting on my poetry today. Love, Joyce
Austin Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 6:49 AM
Was he happy? Maybe for a minute or two. I like your form and style. Love, daver
Culverhouse Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 6:14 AM
yep it is never what you expect. My brother has had wives and now none. He needs double hip replacements and is in trouble being alone, with no help.
Green Avatar
March 31, 2010 at 9:08 PM
"His midlife-crisis-mobile." That is a great line! Enjoyed!
Mehta Avatar
March 31, 2010 at 8:40 PM
Dreams can never come true awalys
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