She was sturdy and loyal and sure
for much longer than anyone knew
Age crept upon her body so slowly
adventurous miles kept her young
A rare model made with care and skill
not like the new ones of this time
Her body heavy and solid and sure
but still a lovely sweeping design
Her color once a vibrant blue
washed out by the sun and the rain
Had turned a worn sort of faded hue
the only sign of her extended years
A sputter here and a stall there
foretold the arrival of her impending end
A tune-up, some oil and little grease
kept her going another few miles
The day came when her engine went still
the mechanic shook his head and said
It’s the end for your old blue jeep I fear
watched her go with tears streaming down
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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