Romance Poetry posted September 3, 2012 |
For the love of a car
Classic Love
by Aussie
He sat in the forest all alone
Waiting for love to take him home Children came to play each day Never the same as yesterday Once proud, gleaming and fast He could outrun, whistle past Now he had lost his attraction Year by year, fraction by fraction He sighed with despair, was she there? So many others, dumped without a care Waited too long, love had died He wouldn't, couldn't give up; had she lied? The sound of a horn, squeal of brakes She kept her promise, all it takes She stripped him bare, brought him back Blue streak with white-walls, all new tack Cruisin' the highway - others just stare Beautiful Buick without a care Her hair streaming - top always back His heart thumping, eight cylinder stack He carried her until the day she died Humans don't last - Buick cried He became a compressed block Scrap heap junk - recycled clock |
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Everyone who has loved their first car will understand the passion that goes with it. This is a love poem, just a different kind of love. LOL.
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