The Garage

Our poor old garage
is now more like a shed
Like a worn out marriage
Its best days are dead

It used to be a home
to

The garage used to be the place where I kept my car
now I couldn't fit a bicycle or a jar
Boxes towering from the ceiling

One more box and I will have it
No more muss in the back yard
Everything is neatly packaged
Everything named with a card

All

I had a battered old travel worn car.
That I had finally driven to far.
It broke down on the side of the road.
To the nearest

What's "Parked" in Our Garage

You won't find any Wheels ... Just a few old rods and reels, Some stinky dead-fish gills, A