ALL THAT GLITTERS

All that glitter is not gold
This has been the adage of the old
And it is not particular to any fold
To me a car was sold
My ego I felt it should mold
My appearance it made bold.

When the car went cold
All that I had went on hold
Such I won't believe if pre-told
My social life had to be pruned
Thus on the car my eyes glued
This act some may see as crude.

Initially with happiness I was filled
The car's problem made me chilled
But to measure up, I was still billed
Because of this, to me money was lend
Thus personal ego, I had to bend
To many, I tried not to offend.

Some of its parts got rend
This I quickly had to mend
Because I couldn't leave it to pend
The trouble I thought was wrought by my hand
Initially, I thought I had a magic wand
But now I clearly know where I stand.