The Stolen Heart Throb

The Stolen Heart Throb   

By Paul McCann

As a young lad I had a HR Panel van that was done up

as best I could with all the money I earned in my job ..

It was noted I was devoted to her .

We went everywhere together .

It was more that a car it was my heartthrob  .

She was mine and she shined .

I added extras to the body , engine and gearbox .

The interior was decked out as well .

Wherever I took her people would always look .

There were some interested buyers but the van I didn’t want to sell .

 One night as I slept some thieves crept around the house

and with envious eyes under the cover of darkness

they went to work  .

The neighbour next door watched them

break in and did nothing to stop them .

His wife had said to him  ,

“If you interfere you’ll get hurt “

In the dawn my heartthrob was gone .

It wasn’t long and she was found abandoned and stripped bare

and left of the side of the road    .

It was a crime to see the shine was gone

and the wires pulled out from her insides

and the engine that had been thrashed to explode .  

It was the second time I had a car of mine stolen

that leaves an empty feeling of hurt with the loss

of what once was .

Can somebody please tell me why do bad things happen to nice people

and good things happen to those people who break the laws ?

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