Morris
The very first time I saw him
I thought he looked sublime
Never dreaming in all the world
That one day he would be mine,
He was not what you'd call 'a head turner'
He didn't stand out in a crowd
But in my eyes, Morris was gorgeous
When I was with him, I always felt proud
Life with him was never at 'snails pace'
We spent many an hour cruising town
And although he lived life 'in the fast lane'
He never, once, let me down
Always there, exactly when needed
On him I could always depend
Through time we became unseparable
He was a solid, reliable friend,
We would visit all maner of places
He was full of drive and vim
With Morris I found the freedom
I would never have known but for him
Then one day, it was all over,
I knew life wouldn't be the same
That nothing on earth would fill the void
Of never seeing Morris again,
It broke my heart when we parted
Although I knew he had to go
And I wept, as I handed the stranger the keys
To drive away 'Morris'.....my metro!!
Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2009
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