My Body As A Car Poem by Sheena Blackhall
My Body As A Car
My body's an old banger
Sometimes it backfires
Fate, the backseat driver
Tells me to slam the brakes on
Sometimes I run on empty
I'm on a collision course with a wall
Old age, the fender bender
Is putting a spoke in my wheel
Lately I reverse away from living
I'm running out of steam, out of road
Soon I will be melted down for scrap
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: old,fate,running,sometimes
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