MOT failure
that's what you call me
say I need repair
say I don't know what I'm doing
where I'm going.
Yes, my head hurts
my eyes don't focus
my joints don't work
but my love for you remains the same.
You say you don't have
time for a clapped out old model
you talk of putting me away
where do they keep people like me?
This is another old poem thought I would re - post them in this book.
A/N *MOT when you take your car in for it's annual check up*
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Mish Mash of Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry with no set themes, all mish mashed together in one book.
