Flat Tire

flat-tire

Air slowly seeping out
this tire has seen better days
pump it up, patch it, too
hope for a few more miles
knowing all too soon it reaches the end.

My car is a perfect metaphor
for this body that’s seen better days
a patch here and one there
hoping for a few more miles
yet all too soon
it’s my time to go.

My car and I will finish
this journey
with lots of good memories
and four flat tires.

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