Poem -

Its My Birthday

Its My Birthday

Its My Birthday
Can I get an Amen?

A few wrinkles here
a few blown out tires
but the engine is
lubed up
and it runs
like a dream

I am not to a point
where I need a
new transmission
but could useĀ 
a change of fluids,
a filter and aĀ 
new gasket onĀ 
the pan

Yep they don'tĀ 
make themĀ 
like they used
to
A proud "1967"Ā 
model

I guessĀ 
I could be
considered
a classic

Imagine that?

In any eventĀ 
at leastĀ 
I am not
Junkyard bound...Ā 

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Comparing yourself to a car, woah scintillating clever all through. Poetry is your petrol.Ā  Kudos!
Happy birthday poet!
plz also read and comment my new poem too.

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author
Lorna

Age creeps up on us all..
comparison to a vintage automotiveĀ 
Clever :)
And happy birthdayĀ 
Lorna x

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author
sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

Happy Birthday!

We're both a Classic...

Call me an Antique...

Those are fighting words...

Lol!

I hope you had a Great Birthday!

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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author
John Prophet

Happy birthday šŸŽ‚šŸŽŠšŸŽ‰šŸŽˆšŸŽĀ 

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