My Retro

Good times

Photo by Andreas Klassen on Unsplash

Tired,
need a wire,
from my ignition to my tire,
or do I need a new attire,
gosh, I should probably retire

I yearn for a return to my retro,
the days of my fire
and relentless desire

I was hungry to be the best,
better than the rest,
from the east to west,
never felt like a test,
because I never wanted to rest nor settle

My mettle was firmer than a metal on fire,
never-ending and unextinguished,
a roast that a hungry caveman would envy,
a boast that I can now only pine and toast