Just A Machine Poem by Ernestine Northover

Just A Machine

Rating: 5.0


It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Four wheels that travel from A to B.
Why worship this idol that you see,
That’s pretty silly, don’t you agree.

It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Costing a fortune, must keep its shine.
Had to have it, this knockout design.
Thought it simply something so divine.

It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Depreciates in so quick a time.
Won’t last long, rusty, bang goes its prime.
It certainly won’t be worth a dime.

It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
A car that travels from A to B.
Not an icon, no god this taxi,
Merely moulded plastic, with a key.

It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.


© Ernestine Northover

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Audette 05 September 2008

True - unless it's a convertible! Then it's a sensory enhancement device! I love looking up through the dappled light of the trees on the way to work, or smelling the wild roses along a country road. You miss all that in a regular car. -chuck

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Andrew Blakemore 25 August 2008

So very true Ernestine, the more you pay the more you lose. I'm trying to justify me having an old banger! Love Andrew x

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Kris Smith 11 August 2008

And a very expensive one as well great right my friend 10 Chris xxx

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