Friday, July 29, 2005
farewell, old friend
for thirteen years, you've been as true
as your now-not-so-shiny paint of blue.
you've driven us through sun and storm,
in maine so cold and baltimore warm.
we loved you so when you were new,
decided on four doors instead of two,
cloth interior, standard transmission --
our new car dreams had come to fruition.
for a monthly payment of one ninety-nine,
your excellent gas mileage suited us fine.
through babies number one and two,
you ran and ran and helped us through.
with never a complaint or whine,
though your handles fell off and you lost your shine,
you only required basic maintenance service,
your steadfastness meant we weren't ever nervous.
but with your mileage at over one-fifty,
and your engine no longer sounding so nifty,
and that broken airbag that failed the inspection,
we had to take things in a brand new direction.
you're leaving to help all those sams, annes, and sidneys
who moan and groan 'cause of aches in their kidneys.
we'll miss you, dear honda, you've been a great car.
we'll think of you often, wherever you are.