All We Can

All We Can


So what's so bad about a hood ornament. Something to distract the eye from looking at all those dents and dings . Decoration may cover up some ugly wear and make the viewer think, that underneath must lie some beauty.

Some may have no need of this, distraction. Their shiny chrome still dazzles the crowd. Some in need of far more decoration, then decoration could ever afford. Beyond hope, ready for the heap. But me, still holding on to some shine, as most of us are, mid way or just beyond. So a do-dad here or there, may do the trick.

Years ago, decoration was for other reason. Done, to pretend, that this machine was what it really, would never be. Decoration an attempt to remake, turn a bug into a limousine. But that be the folly of youth, today all such illusion long since gone, laughed out of system long ago, cried out too, if truth be known.

So while partaking of some joy at our Christmas party, those comments directed at my new trim, brought a curious internal rift. So what’s so bad about redirection, on a face grown slightly worn? And as those whiskers weave this new gray beard, those looking upon this man, will have to imagine, the beauty beneath my new hood ornament.