This old truck

We knew this road would never end,
and where our journey stops depends
on where it starts, some random odds,
and choices made but blamed on gods.
What ends, instead, is this old truck–
it might break down, it might get stuck,
it might need parts you can’t replace—
and rusts away in some hidden place.
Before our grinding gears all quit.
I’ve got a thing I must admit:
I’m glad you shared this ride with me
and love and laughter flowed so free.
Let’s find how long, how far we’ll ride,
forever together, side by side.