Sylvia

She was old and grey
and set in her ways.
Yet, I kept her
active everyday.
My Sylvia

She puked and she farted
in a disgusting way.
But, at her age (89)
what was I to say?
Poor Sylvia.

I'll never forget
and with much dread,
the day I found her cold and
....... dead.
Bless Sylvia.

I try to visit
as much as I can.
So sad to see her
pulled apart by hand.
Such savages to my Sylvia!

As I leave the "graveyard"
where she now lays
I'll never forget that
bright sunny day
I bought Sylvia.

And I can't help be dream
Of all the "parts" she'll play
in someone else's day-to-day
transportation.

Rest in "piece(s)" Sylvia.

Dedicated to my Charcoal Gray 1989 Dodge Spirit