On The Shoulder

On The Shoulder

Time has tricked us
And we will not be victors
Our boasts have stalled along the side
And our engines are ticking as they cool.

We don’t want to read the gauges
And our tools are rusted and jumbled
We sit in our seats still, though
Our eyes never leaving the rear view mirror.

We are sorry. We are reading the map
Of resignation. We cannot find our route
But we remember where we started from.
Tow us to the garage, mister. Take us home.

~ S.K. Orr