So long, sweet Taurus
our beloved car, you drove so well
or at least, you drove so far… for awhile…
237,000 plus miles is something to brag about
but you did it with such grace and middle-class style
You were our “get-away” and all-purpose car —
once decorated with signs proclaiming “Just Married”
often buried under snow in the streets of Sherman Hill
littered with cereal bits and cookie crumbs
and covered in mud leaving our rainy trip to Nashville
Nameless but loved, you had quite the personality
Never accepting more than a gallon of gas at a time during winter
But summer wasn’t hot enough, so you insisted we blast the heat
Slowly switching gears paired with your relentless turn signal
We couldn’t have been happier driving through the streets
The end is near or already here
Our goodbyes were said weeks ago
But we couldn’t just look away as if you were trash
Peacefully you went with somebody else
And we suddenly have $1,000 cash
