Trucks


Life is simply like a pickup truck.
You come in new and full of life,
You get dented and scratched but with luck
There will be no true strife.
You must work hard and stand tall,
Yet still you may fall.
For work and play you are used,
And many times you find yourself abused.

As time goes on we grow old.
Our paint ain't quite as bold.
In time we turn to a pile of rust.
Eventually we all trade in and trust.
We can't always be a well-oiled machine;
Sometimes we can do nothing but dream.

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