Overhaul

A poem about growing old.Free verse

We go through life like a car 2258763
Brand new off of the assembly line.
Shining chrome, bright paint
With new tires of tread

As we grow older we need oil changes
And checking our tire pressure
And our battery strength
Over the years we may get scratches and dents
Or have debilitating crashes
Putting us in the body for repair
Then we come back again shiny and new

Once again crusing on the road of life