Motionless

Motionless It looked such a sorry sight Standing in the shed Covered in rust and dust With just a trace of red A vibrant red with a flash of black Across the outside door No sign of this embellishment As the car sinks into the floor of the shed A car that has lost its glory Stands motionless and dead This old car was my pride and joy Many moons ago It's going to be a wrench To see this vehicle go Even though the seats are worn As are the tyres, gears and brakes When the engine is turned on A dreadful noise it makes Smoke billows everywhere The muffler has snuffed it Mice have made their home in there Which they must soon all exit Broken windscreen, windows scratched Doors all buckled and dented Tattered stickers on the car Air freshener that once was scented I suppose it's true or so it's said Everything has its day This was my thinking As the car was towed away To the wreckers. a graveyard for most One wonders if those worn-out cars Become angels or ghosts