But there she sat, with tires all flat, a vision I found
hard to reject.
I could not deny, my lacking to fly, it was revealed in a
clear display.
Current no more, told the score, as I looked thru the logbook
in dismay.
My passion for flight, had waned overnight, it was difficult
to even conceive.
An addiction so strong, could I be wrong, but my logbook did
not deceive
When all of my time, was spent so sublime, slipping the surly
bonds of earth.
As I once would fly, making holes in the sky, through
endless halls of mirth.
I must confess, this awful mess, is no ones fault but mine.
I have to let go, this I know, for now has come the time.
The little airplane, is not to blame, but needs to find a
new home.
It must be, where it is free, to sail the skis and roam.
So with some regret, I must fret, and hang up the sign “For
Sale”
I’ll do my best, to pass the test, and will not cry
and wail.
For this you see, is best for me, as I am old and
frail
So might this be, we’ll have to see, the start of another’s tale.
For Sale
180hp Lycoming O-360-A1A
engine
Constant speed Hartzell propeller
Total time 408 hours: airframe, engine and prop.
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