“This world has no meaning. Why would we bother?"

 My writing prompt today asks the question,Please tell us, how would YOU answer ‘this most dark and demoralised question: “This world has no meaning. Why would we bother?"

    Mother's Car

Mother's car sat in my garage 

Had sat there for ten useless years 

Before she died you could see her 

She and the pretty Ford Mustang 

They were all around her small town 

Running errands or bringing food 

Going to church, you could name it 

I had bought it for her, stick shift 

Four on the floor as she had wanted 

Wanted to know gear it was in 

After she died her car was idle 

Sat up until we hauled it away 

Strange thing a young lady to rescue 

Off the tow truck I gave it to her 

She liked it like a lover's sweetheart 

Father was a Mustang mechanic 

Now it runs all around doing good 

Running errands like Mother had been 

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Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Rommy,s prompting post