Rusty steed
He had everything his heart had desired,
but now there was a void.
Here he had gathered his wealth.…
It was as though he had been foiled,
because of the wicked he was tired.
His body was winding down, but he had good health.
Though, inwardly he felt weak.
His car glimmered in the sun,
but nothing could satisfy or bring a new peak.
He was a prince of greed with skills of stealth.
By the sweat of his neck, his white collar, brown.
Life was fun.
The car was fast.
He could get away and just run.
After much thought there appeared a frown.
He thought hard, because of his past.
Life was fast.
Cars are dead.
Nothing under the sun can last.
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