Submitted by Chantel Akrawi
Write a poem where an inanimate object is a metaphor for love.
Sold For Parts
Your very first car,
It’s used and a little beaten,
But it’s your first car nonetheless.
It has a few quirks,
When you pop the trunk
The hood pops up too,
The seat belt
In the middle back seat doesn’t work,
And you can’t go above 80mph.
But the outside has a nice blue color,
With some white accents,
And a nice rev to the engine.
It gets you where you need to go,
That’s what matters.
But when you start pushing it to its limits,
Trying to show off to your friends,
One of the tires goes flat.
You patch that up,
And start on the road again,
But now the car feels lopsided,
That new tire doesn’t perfectly match the others.
You decide to ignore it,
Until on the drive to work one day,
You hear a sharp scrapping sound while driving,
The car had tilted so much
That the bumper was scrapping on the road.
I’ve saved up enough money,
Gotten my use out of this car,
It’s time for me to move on and get a new one.
So when you move on,
You have to decide what to do with your old car,
The very first car you got,
That took you everywhere you needed to go,
And always gave you its very best.
In the end
You sold me for parts.