PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
I had looked at it from far,
Gleaming, sturdy, excellence par,
On threshold of adolescence,
I stood, with ambitions and innocence,
Desire I had named that car,
Often I had watched it from far.
Seasons waxed and waned,
My flames of Desire brightly burned,
Some satiated, some un-satisfied,
A few achieved, a few pacified.
With salt n pepper beard,
No competition feared,
Cruising in the lane of content,
Inhaling the cool scent,
The Desire is left behind.
Hobbling with a walking stick,
An ascetic, I turn away, quick.
Written for : Friday Fictioneers