Volvo

 V is for Volvo

I lock the doors and look back fondly 

At my car, how well it’s aging 

Its timeless charm, its rugged looks

Its classic lines and sleek profile. 

Fourteen years we’ve been together

Up and down the Irish roads

On motorways and rough boreens

Winter, summer, wind and rain. 

Volvo number ten if we exclude

The motors bought by mum

Forty years is longer far

Than marriages I know. 

Bought for safety, kept for comfort 

With the turbo when speed is needed

Like sitting in your favorite chair

At sixty miles an hour. 

She’s coping well with aging pains

Little niggles, nothing serious 

In better nick than her owner

That’s saying little sadly. 

The company now the prize 

Of wealthy Chinese owners 

But still the Scandic charm

Pervades the corporate aura. 

About to click one hundred thousand

Miles November coming 

And then the aim is five more years

To celebrate being twenty. 

Happy to leave behind me

The four year company car

Happy to be still driving

The very best so far. 

The time will come when bikes take over 

And public transport becomes a mantra

Until then I’ll sit right back

Enjoying style and comfort.