My car is pathetic, purple and slow

yet my accelerating thrust

can be devastatingly annoying

to the fast cars I leave for dust.

My athletic girl is diddy and slight:

her running gear shows her tiny waist.

Yet, with her spikes, her ferocious grit

leaves the rest to give her chase.

My spirit was crushed and left for nought

after I dealt with one death too many.

Yet I still live my heart and express my soul,

because the blessings I count are plenty.