First Car

As I grip the wheel

A smile comes to my face

Key turns, ignition

The engine's alive

All of its cylinders fire

Sweeping its gauges

I caress the wheel

My hand moves to the shifter

The brake's still pressed down

Park, Reverse, Neutral

Drive... I lift up my right foot

"And away we go."

I step on the gas

Its engine responds to me

A slight smile grows

Movement gives Freedom

I can go where there are roads

I will go from here to there

Freedom's Everywhere

I can only run so far

So, I drive my car

I run cross country

My car can go cross country

Tireless Machine

There's four doors, not two

Automatic, a six-speed

It's not a sport car

It's not the best trim

There's no fancy spinning rims

Not New, Old & Used

It's not the fastest

But it will get up and go

I love its purring

I like other cars

I get a sense of car lust

But my car, I trust

I will be thankful

To my car I am grateful

My car protects me

From its sturdy frame

To its four wheels on the road

This car is my car