It’s a pity, they said glumly,
that because of your neglect
we are obligated to remove it;
and although it’s been quite comely
and you may wish to reflect,
there is absolutely no way to improve it.

They gazed into my eyes and said
“Once it’s gone it will look bad
but there’s no way it can be corrected.
When something dies it must stay dead.
Best to remember what you had
than hope some day it might be resurrected.”

But though I took their words to heart,
I swore I’d not forget it,
although it left me in some disarray.
There are some things from which we cannot part
painlessly.  And I regret it;
and still deplore the day they took my Porsche  away.