To Be Repaired

Seems I always come to You when things aren’t going well
Sometimes feeling cursed, deservedly so, but hurting inside
Knowing well I’ve had more than my share of good
Misused the blessings  but kept returning for more
Could have made better decisions, now I see
Could have thought before I acted, now I cry
Feels like a never ending rain as it wears me down
Like an old car that has seen its better years
Engine still runs but without the energy
Too many bad miles and rocky roads
Sunday, think I’ll drop it in the shop
To be repaired.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Zzzzz Avatar
August 1, 2011 at 10:52 AM
Good use of allegory and strong imagery here. Nice feel to this one.
Richards Avatar
April 27, 2011 at 7:58 AM
This reads as a lovely little prayer....and yes, we all need somewhere to tend to those bent fenders, worn out spark plugs, and broken windshields....... love the metaphor....but didn't miss the message! Lovely gem, Vince!!
Foulk Avatar
April 1, 2011 at 10:16 AM
a very creative piece you wrote. thank you for reading baseball cards so many and for your comment. yes at one time i had over 40,000 cards. now i have around 10,000.
Onclaud Avatar
March 17, 2011 at 10:14 AM
shinier than any of hithcock's surprises, vince... one of my top 10 faves in the feature of the week! congrats..:) huggs, nette
Whitlock-Ishway Avatar
March 13, 2011 at 8:26 PM
Congrats Vince on your feature I know I'm late! No matter the number of times, reason or way he hears you. I love this write. Lay
Brown Avatar
March 7, 2011 at 10:06 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured on PoetrySoup this week Vince. Love, Carol
Sweetheart Avatar
March 6, 2011 at 7:50 PM
Congrats Vince on your featured poem this week on the Soup luv.. a great one to share...
Haick Avatar
March 5, 2011 at 7:46 PM
I missed this Vince. Poignant write. Be assured that all is forgiven by God when we ask..so forgive yourself and look to tomorrow and never at yesterday...Don't let it steal your future. We all make plenty of mistakes so you are not alone..move on in God's peace, my friend. Love, Annalise
Loving Iii Avatar
February 28, 2011 at 4:13 PM
don't forget to take a gift. John Henry Loving III
Jordan Avatar
February 22, 2011 at 5:01 AM
Good morning Vince, Thank you for your comments. I want you to know hate could never rule my life again but it is a battle I'll forever fight. I too put myself in the shop every Sunday morning. I'll never leave the soup Vince. My life has certainly gotten so busy I hardly ever have time anymore. I should be working on a Literary Essay right now. Take it from me, if we look into our past there will always be choices we should have made different. Be kind to yourself Vince, you're a good man, mj
Culverhouse Avatar
February 21, 2011 at 6:58 PM
I just had to take my car with 295,000 miles in for maintenance and it still runs good. I love it...I will cry when it dies.
Konos Avatar
February 21, 2011 at 5:12 PM
New Spark plug $3.95, Spray lubricate battery cable $8.00, Your poem-Priceless... Thank you ....
Guzzi Avatar
February 21, 2011 at 10:22 AM
me too! where's your shop? BIG HUGS! Light & Love [try a japanese poem for my contest...that should get the ole brain cells working LOL read the blogs first save time!] Light & Love
Melody Lightning Ink Avatar
February 18, 2011 at 8:08 AM
we all need somebody to be a reality.
George   Avatar
February 18, 2011 at 12:54 AM
Yes! I know just how you feel, Vince. I think I will go to church on sunday too. Thanks also for favoring ' How a Blue Rose Came to be. Lainie
A   Avatar
February 14, 2011 at 5:17 PM
a repair, clever, enjoyed your write,..p.d.
Richards Avatar
February 14, 2011 at 11:56 AM
We all feel the need of a few repairs to our spirits, from time to time. Time takes a toll, and so do the events we can't control. God Bless, Vince. love, Carrie
Devonshire Avatar
February 13, 2011 at 5:53 PM
This past year has been rough for you, Vince, but faith brings hope to restore our spirits. The Man who runs that repair shop has many requests for help, but I keep praying that your problems will be resolved favorably, Vince. Maybe it would help to write a sweet sonnet for your wife on Valentine's Day. What more could a woman want? Love and blessings, Carolyn
Loving Iii Avatar
February 13, 2011 at 5:50 PM
remember Job. he questioned God dont be afraid to do the same. rejoyce in the great thing he is doing though you don't see it right now. that's what i have to do every day. john
La France Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 7:55 PM
Thanks for commenting on my blog today and I got a repair today, I went to church, and not just any church, the most beautiful church we have in my city, and I feel "repaired" your poem reflects how many of us feel, you have a gift Vince, a gift for words~~
Babcock Avatar
February 10, 2011 at 8:12 AM
Vince I am glad you turned to the soup for we all are in need of a repair to ourselves. Our feelings engines shut down when we are feeling stress and our energy gets drained. You need some new oil and some hugs to get you back out on the road again. We all have regrets down the road of life but cannot change them but look forward and try to do the best we can. I hope those bad miles and rocky roads become smooth and I hope Sunday finds peace in your heart. Hugs Phyl
Yamin Avatar
February 9, 2011 at 9:41 AM
An excellent narrative poem. I am using a 1984 Toyota Crown. But she is in excellent condition except for some plastic interiors that need replacement. Thanks for your conglaturatory message in respect of my poem Stars Go to Sleep. I am grateful. -Mohammad
Duncan Avatar
February 8, 2011 at 4:53 PM
I very much enjoyed this poem ,, reminds me of my 65 Chevy ;} Debbie ;}
Austin Avatar
February 8, 2011 at 9:40 AM
Hey, Vince, take me along to that shop. I can get into this one 100%. Love, Dave
Horsman Avatar
February 7, 2011 at 9:32 PM
I think we all need repairing sometimes, guess it's just knowing when, is the secret. enjoyed this, Harry
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