Dancing

On my birthday reality set in. 
I discovered I'm  just like an old battered car.
A few parts are missing. 
The paint is faded, scratched and scarred.
I overheat going uphill.
I have drips, leaks and squeaks. 
The exhaust smokes.
Some days I need  a jump start.  
And when I have gas, I toot my horn!

Life is goof. 

Thank you for making my life awesome!

You rock my world.