Grandpa told me that life is a truck:
It’s new and full of energy at first,
But then it gets old, and needs work.
That it just needs a new engine at it’s worst.
He said it could take you far,
If you treated it right.
He said that to keep it up to par
You’d have to always follow the lights.
But most of all he taught me about direction.
Said that the passenger seat was for learning,
So that when he was gone, I could take his position
Until it was my turn to pass it on.
Sarah Magnolia 