1.
Despite my devotion,
My wit, smarts and class…
She traded me in
For a smile and an ass!
It’s true that she
Grew tired of me -
What she used to find charming
Grew stale and disarming;
Though once lauded,
I was now well
Surpassed…
2.
I’ve come to think that
This blunt auto trade,
Came about as a result
Of an agreement she’d made;
To avoid getting late in
The chance for updating
She smiled, winked and signed;
Fearing the moment she’d find
The colours among others
Would quickly
Fade.
3.
Can this new model
Fulfil her desires;
Does it put out, come too quickly?
Have a firm set of tyres?
Without a doubt
She’ll soon find out
That cars run on fiction
Produce little friction
Pumped full with
The lies of
Car-byers.
4.
If credence be
To her decision lent,
She’ll have to explain
The extra money she’s spent;
If the problems
belong
To the trade-inner who’s wrong;
About replacing an old-timer
In a state which is primer
What can she expect
But a deficient
Replacement.
5.
In anger and rage
I sang
My wounded pride;
But my doubts of spite were
Of target well-wide.
I believed that
to suffer
Would help make me tougher;
I forced myself on
So you'd believe my con -
But these self-made
lies showed me
Empty inside.
6.
The Trade-In was
a carcass - it was lost
Stolen, then burned;
From its ashes flew a vehicle
No longer spurned.
Through self-repair
it was I saw
A man I'd never seen before;
A refurbished model
is not just to coddle;
Though traded-in,
Now refurbished
I'd truly returned.
Zachàr Laskewicz
Friday 13 October (Sint-Niklaas)
Last updated 29 December 2007 (Ghent)
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Trade-In (Poem by Zachàr Laskewicz)
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