Jane Studeny

One Single Car

A single car on an empty road
All alone on a street where nobody goes.
Not a single car passes by to meet,
Not even lights flashing as if to greet.

How must he feel, knowing no one will come?
Instead all these cars are out on a run
With all their destinations and places to go.
If he disappears will anyone know?

Maybe he’d be noticed if they painted him red-
But sometimes the answer are better left unsaid
Can you blame him for having a heart out of steel?
If nobody cares how else should he feel?

A sadness inside him builds up to a peak,
A sadness so strong his motor gets weak.
If only he could let out a couple of tears-
But he can’t, he’s a car, it’s been that way for years.

He’s broken down before in the past
And it’s been a while since he broke down last;
It’s expected that his engine would soon die
And right as it does another car passes by.

At the sight of another that passes his way
He knows that loneliness has had its day!
So he walks down the streets and sees others go by
But they all go unnoticed, no one says hi.

It’s sad but yet so true as we see
That “all cars get lonely, it isn’t just me.”


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