Goodbye, sweet Toyota

It bellows and howls, rocking back and forth.

 It does not know who or what is the cause. 

It only knows that it is in pain. 

 A pain it remembers no doubt.

It remembers a time of joy and fondness for life.

The asphalt it trekked upon was a good surface to employ its powers. 

 It did this well too.

 Things change; they break and wither into dusts.

Its heart has been penetrated too deeply to heal, and it knows this.

 A new life may be in store.

It's hissing and grinding is all too obvious.

Goodbye, sweet Toyota.

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

interesting read Bob. a grand theme. One small thought? Have or did you consider personalizing the "it" to a he/she/they pronoun to give the poem a tighter sense of loss?

ken

[Bobisnotmyuncle]

You are so very right! Thank you for the constructive criticism.