Goodbye, Old Friend

I pass your street often;
you tug at my heart.
I just can’t get used to
our being apart.

For seven long years
we traveled together,
by day and by night
whatever the weather.

You were dependable;
no request was refused.
You never complained
you might have felt used.

I loved your great Spirit,
your get up and go
which pulled me along
when mornings were slow.

But my kids decided,
“Mom needs a new car.”
I still see you often.
You didn’t go far.

Your lovely old body
has a few dings and dents.
Goodbye, my dear Dodge,
my new Honda makes sense.