The Jalopy Without A Canopy by Samkelo

Samkelo | March 20th, 2018 | poetry | No Comments


This is my jalopy
I wish it had a canopy.
In it, I see the past
Never mind that,
It used to be fast.

Years have passed
And it has gone bust
Inside it is a lot of dust
Over it grows a bush
Many times it needed a push.

Today it is manure
It grows vines
It no longer shines
And inside it
My chickens lay eggs
And the children hang rags.

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