The Old Friend Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

The old car at the garage
Though it can not be of use
For the road, for I can not
Dispose it, for it bears the
Fragrance of your soul,
Dried tear drops and sweating
Of hardest working days,

It has the secrets of youth
It has the appreciations
Of apprentices of a struggle
And their moans and whispers
Of feeling the world,

It would have been perished
Decayed and corroded
And colorless too, sunk
Into the sand and smelling
Of old and abandoned
If I have not taken care,

It is always gleaming and
Smiling, having no fear of dying
I have endeavored and believed
You though far and away
Unknown to us...
Would have won all the titles
But hopefully, still with the same
Radiance, but definitely having
No memory of two of us.