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Marriage

Getting married is like buying a shiny brand new car
you can floor the throttle pedal, spin the wheels,
Polish it, or buff it up, feel like a movie star.
We can even let the top down, whatever dream appeals.

marriage

The whining from the gearbox, never evident when new
with batteries that spark it into life each time with extra surge
It is exiting just to know it’s there, even when its out of view
This brand new acquisition excites and thrills each urge.

But time removes the sheen, and the speedo‘s, winding on
the constant clunk of changing gears, the heater fails to work
New models in the showroom, ‘Oooh that one looks like fun’
The old one to the garage, placed with the gears in “park”