Old Machines

          The turn of the key, the hesitation to start, then moving parts waken to life and announce their intention to be productive. It doesn't sound smooth, there's wear and tear evident, and still there is useful found. Ten, one hundred, one thousand on up the odometer that tells of travels taken and tasks performed through these old machines and I am empathizing. 

          I am not mechanical, lifeless, or without feeling; though I "drive" despite the "wear and tear" upon this aging "vehicle" that is my body and soul. Some days I "hesitate to 'start' ". Sometimes I don't "sound smooth" in my coming and going through life...though my "moving parts" waken to life and my intention to be productive is announced. 

            Yet as I travel these roads of living, I seek to be more than merely "productive " ,  I seek to live; regardless of how much "wear and tear" I may have, or mileage my odometer may have. 

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