Reality Is Hard To Replace-Someone, Or Something, Replaceable

Reality is hard to replace our white elephant is a disgrace she parks herself wherever she places usually taking up needed space in the old days she would win a race now she'll barely outrun a turtles pace kids use to play on her face on her trunk their hands would trace upkeep we still embrace her past is hard to erase through the hands of time she lies in God's grace through our hearts we loved our old faithful ace and now the time has come to part waste the deed to ole rusty bomber is in the brief case soon her ashes will be placed in the family vase when the setting sun covered her tears with lace as the tow truck took away ... her final breath ... reality is hard to replace 3/18/17 Someone, or Something, Replaceable - Poetry Contest