The old girl.

Falstaff

Saturday we pulled an old truck out into the light for some work
my son complained of knocks and bangs and an occasional jerk.

for 700 dollars he said he purchased a rolling work of art
we saw only rust and distress and it nearly broke my heart.

through years of neglect and well meaning attempts
a mechanical wonder needed much more than a wrench.

My son pleaded and prodded and coaxed us to reveal
the promise of performance with my son behind the wheel

we cleaned and we scraped and we yanked the motor a bit
we tuned and tightened and we adjusted and the old girl didnt quit.

within hours the motor purred and with new parts it stopped smoking.
I began to wonder if my son found a gem and we stopped our joking.

My son rubbed the fender and rubbed the dash and turned the wheel left and right.
he saw his first real love I suppose and he wouldnt lose her without a fight.

"She's gonna make it dad", he said, and he cleaned out the cab.
I began to see the life that came back in her through the rust and the old drab.

My father knew the previous owner, and he remarked how strange life can be.
that for years the old girl sat waiting for this moment since 1993.

With a little love and patience, my son found a new friend that never complained.
as long as he was loyal, attentive and generous, only years remained.

My son climbed in the truck and struggled with door before he gave it a good slam.
My father and I saw a young boy take one step further and become a man.

With a burp and rumble the old truck backed out and my son waved as he drove away.
I enjoyed the time with my father, and my son, clean, sober on a beautiful autumn day.

[hobo]eclipse

wow......if only i could equate this to moment in my life.................hehe, sounds kinda selfish maybe, dunno, or like a passively agrresive whine of some sort, but it stikes a chord, and the only real thing that i can say im in need of with out feeing full of desire and what not, but i can not demand or even start the process, its not like that, it must move in unison, as one, or none rather, and only be, for if i was to take that step it would be mine, and i dont wanna place that burden, if it was to be, then i would not be steppin, only surrendering to the flow.........

Falstaff

its the flow man.....
we have control over absolutely nothing....
even to a certain extent....
ourselves....
enjoy life, as if you would die tommorow.....
be drunk with with life...
and not with sorrow....