With age my engine leaks
My leather seats begin to crack
My voice loses its sound
And my paint chips and peels
I was once adored and taken care of so well
Now I’m on my way to the junkyard
The beauty I once relied on has sabotaged me
I never had any other purpose
I didn’t venture into racing
Or get in a movie
And now instead of some eternal remembrance…
I am lost
I am trapped
My beauty has faded and all that is left is ‘garbage’
I will sit in a junkyard and my old owner will stare
Nostalgic of my better days
But once I get sent to my demise
Nothing
I become but another strap of metal thrown by the waste side