Car Pride (or not)

My Dad was fond of cars

He treated them with care

Always kept them spick and span

With few signs of wear.

He’d wash, dry, and polish

Till the outside gleamed

Interiors were spotless

Barely used, it seemed.

He’d do basic maintenance

Think oil, and wiper blades

Water bottles were kept full

Car pride, he had in spades.

He'd never let a fuel tank

Drop down below a quarter

Oh, I wish those car-care genes

Had passed on to his daughter…

I should pay so much more

Attention to my car

Dad would surely wonder 
How I let it get this far.

The outside? It has layers

Of grime, dirt, and dust

I will wash it one day soon

Oh, yes, I really must.

The mirrors, they have cobwebs  🕷

My tyres are almost bald

The inside? Well, it's full of junk

Dad would be appalled!

This weekend, I’ll clean my car

The weather will be great...  🤔

Doing chores on sunny days??

I think the car can wait!

A New Poem

Just finished a new poem

 On my blog, it shall not be

 I’m saving it (and others)

 For my future book, you see.  📖

well, that's the plan, anyway...

Wrinkles - or Holidays?

Lunched with friends one Sunday

Many things we did discuss

Work, plans, family life..

Age catching up with us.

We’re all approaching fifty

(I must say, we’re mildly shocked)

We don’t want life to pass us by

We want to say life “rocked”.

We spoke of bands we want to see

Of trips that will be great

Wanting to enjoy weekends -

We agreed housework can wait!

A sunny Saturday at the beach 🏖

Life’s far too short to worry

About hair that’s turning grey

And when it comes to “fine lines”

We might get to them, one day.

Fight the visible signs of ageing?

We’d rather save our dough 💰

There are so many places to be

And things to do, you know.

One friend nicely summed it up

“Wrinkles - or holidays?”

Given any chance, I’ll pack my bag

And head off – lead the way!