Death came as the end
for a trusty old friend.
Like the stump of a tree,
of a long-felled tree,
she served for a time
as a resting-place
for a boy and his mates
to gather and share
their youthful dreams.
Unfailing to the last,
as she had been
in the past,
the old car gave her all -
those small gains
from the sale
of her remains
to the wreckers.
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