Check Engine Light (A Poem)
I’m not in mint condition anymore. If I were a car, I’d probably be in the bargain lot. My body is dented, scratched and maybe a bit deformed. And when it comes to going 0 to 60, I’d rather not. There are quite a few things wrong with me, But someone tells me I’m destined for the scrap heap, I just scoff. That’s because while I might be showing my age, My check engine light remains off. Don’t worry, I’m not kidding myself. I know the wear and tear will eventually take its toll. After all, when I was younger, I skipped the routine maintenance, And have been spending my later years digging myself out of a hole. For now, I’ll keep moving. I may not move fast, but can still get from point A to point B. In the meantime, I’ll try to take better care of myself Knowing it’s only a matter of time before that check engine light comes on for me. _________________________________________________________________________ If you like this poem, you can find more at...