Behind the wheel

Behind the wheel of this automobile
Being the driver but never in control
No matter the money invested
A part always malfunction
Time for brakes and rotars
Window wipers needing to be replaced
Tires threading low
Lights just flicker
Plenty of elbow grease gives just enough shine
People often tell me how better their's are than mine
Named my vehicle The Turtle
Maybe she be The Truth
We get to the same places, just behind the others
Bought it old but  was brand new to me
Mostly get me where I need to be
She smokes but quiet as kept
She letting others be aware of our presence
My car has taught me many lessons
Dont need to be brand new or shiny
Dont have to be a brut or the prettiest
Listen and then let them hear
My point of View
I am the driver of my life
This road is not always paved
And my signal is not always on right
I make noise when only when I need to
Cause my muffler was made for me not you
My windows wipers only need to work in the front
The rear view mirror is to see what's behind me
And my visors to block the sun
My shades are to help me keep my cool
To calm my nerves, I SING ALONG to my radio tunes
I wave thank you to those I cut off
And hold my tongue when I am wronged
My car goes the speed I push her to
And slows me down even when I dont want to
She takes her time at the lights
Let the last minute runners go right on by
She is heavy and hearty to protect my cargo
Special, precious cargo
For this I am so grateful
My seats give comfort no matter the weather
When I need a nap, my seats recline all the way back
She can fit comfortably five or six
No matter the size or weight
A to Z is what I ask for
Now that I think about it, same as God asks of me
Weird to think my car, my teacher
I can even laugh on my way to the bank
Did I mention, she's been paid for...
And keep paying me

Joya
06.02.2013