Poetry

Vintage 
 
With the soft gloss paint job of thick skin
 
your 6 cylinder engine roars with confidence 
 
Your body frame is "muscle" because strength defines you. 
 
Gears that can shift from friend to superhuman in less than 3 seconds, your acceleration is unprecedented 
 
 
Your interior has a polished leather with a center piece of pure heart. 
 
The dash board holds the plain and bold truth that your a friend and that's all you are. Ready to hold up whoever,
 
 and the texture, not too rough 
 
The steering wheel is perfectly positioned towards the path of good 
 
The mileage that is shown has the distance of the collective kindness you had towards all the people you care about and the belief that it always should. 
 
The rear view mirror shows the past which should be left behind, but just a small sliver to remember as it is 
 
since it's something you can't deny 
 
But still enjoy, as it becomes smaller as your life becomes more distant. More vintage 
 
The smell is vintage, powerful and at it's prime. The presence says it's experience the fine line we all walk with the black tar strokes across compacted earth. 
 
And the fuzzy dice of warm humor to gently show off the ride of your life. 
 
Start your engine, get revving, and leave a cloud of smoke to leave the best impression 
 
That's what you are to me.