“Ode To A Grand-Am”

I cleaned ’er up for funeral,
Then took ’er out for one last whirl
Down Highway One to Winnipeg –
Still lots of life – long way from dead.

But this Grand-Dame owed us no more –
Now rusted out on lower doors,
With frame no longer up to spec,
Like student car, but what the heck –

I washed and polished up the glass;
Vac’d out the trunk and bins – at last,
Presentable it was indeed,
This trusty four-wheeled modern steed.

Email to site for selling cars –
“Give me a call; it’s yours, not ours;
Her parts might find another use;
Heart transplant turns your bronco loose”.

Four calls came fast; first bought to my steed –
“Fried motor, I replacement need;
No more will be produced, it seems;
This car – new lease on life it means”.

So we said, “Bye, my friend, farewell;
Glad you’ll find life, not crusher’s hell;
That’s more than chassis-mine will see
Since cancer came to visit me.

For me? I’ll have to burn ’er out –
Use every aspect; leave no doubt
I’d “Had a good one”; “Fully lived”;
In other ways I’ll have to give.

Lord, thanks for this “Grand Dame” of his;
It’s let me help his Grandma live
Her last days, as to church we drove
’Fore she found peace in Garden Grove.

Thanks Lord for this.

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