It takes a while
To acquire the liking
Of a newly gotten ride
The look and feel
I'm not one to boast
But in it I have pride
The worst part yet
Is the slow transition
Between the old and new
They stand apart
But simply ride together
What am I to do
I think about
What I have in front of me
The gloss shining in the sun
But I find myself thinking
To the one I liked before
The days when life was fun