Good Old Blue

This story is dedicated to good old blue A 1984 Chev truck, once shiny and new Now in the weeds, covered by morning dew Held together mostly with duct tape glue Poor, poor old blue, how did this happen to you? You've been a good friend tried and true We have had fun times and worked hard too To see you like this makes me cry , boo hoo Never referred to as a tire, but always a shoe Your parts I thought to be lifeless , were seemingly few You became part human from my point of view On the question of my sanity, some often chew If I had a wand, I'd make you anew And this journey again, we would renew How to do that I haven't a clue But if I could I would eagerly do Every scratch and dent I would undo And give you an all over good shampoo All these new trucks, you'd far outdo And we would cruise down the main avenue But you're old and tired...and I bid you ado I hope in truck heaven you find quite a crew A bigger heart, no truck ever grew Than my old Chev truck, good old blue ©Donna Jones