We all break
In different ways
The stone chips
On our paintwork
The cracks
In our leather
The holes
In our retreads
The bends
In our bodies
The rust stains
Showing our age
Lights and mirrors
Smash to pieces
Sometimes
Bad luck follows
We can be fixed
But never exactly
As we were
Sometimes Bad luck follows We can be fixed But never exactly As we were..very symbolic poem, car, feelings, human beings.......... thank u. tony
Yes things do deteriorate with time. Even our bodies. A great analogy! Nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful interesting writing