I'm A Car

My brain is the engine.
My feet and arms are the wheels.
My tingling working parts that are inside is
the interior design that I was giving the day I was built.
Some people call me a classic because of my age,
but I still believe that I'm in
my prime because I still have a shine.
My knowledge and wisdom sometimes
feels like it's in an uncomfortable position,
because it's very similar with the
axle that could be parked on gravel.
But see my patience can be a substitute for gas,
because that's how far I can
be driven before my break down point.
But even I as a car once unusable
will still have a purpose in life;
because once my body gives it's all,
I can still donate my parts to another
unusable car to make it whole again.

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Mafi Grey

Please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when i have an audience behind me. Thanks

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