Rusty

Though I've been rusty and alone behind this shed for many years, I won’t bemoan my wasted state, for life has held more joy than tears. I do recall some dark days when I’d just come from the factory, a shiny bright-red dream-mobile. A rich young man paid cash for me. A fine garage became my home. I was impressed, but soon I knew that I was just a ride to him. His coldness and my sadness grew. My rescuer, a teenage boy, became my owner and my friend. He named me “Pal” and cared for me. Fifteen years later came the end. Though all my parts had ceased to work, he kept me. He knows how I feel! He still comes out to visit me and sits behind the steering wheel. posted July 17, 2019 entered the Favourite Poem in Rhyme from July 2019 Contest on August 4, 2020 Sponsor: Julia Ward July 2019, placed 7th of 13 in Craig Cornish's "Old Jalory" contest October 5, 2021 entered in the "R" New or Old Poetry Contest Placed 2nd Sponsor: Constance La France