A Rusty Old Truck
I saw her there the other day
Left there to just rot ‘n rust away
Setting alone under a sad old tree
She is back in a field; hard to see
Probably a year ‘30 or ‘32 I don’t know
Her tires ‘are flat; bumper is hanging low
Her windows broken; seat is torn and tattered
Her body’s been bruised; lo it’s been battered
With time the old are retired and stashed away
Even though she surely was a beauty in her day
But beauty fades when the road’s too long
When tires on the road no longer can sing their song
So the curtain was drawn on the road ahead
And her tires on the road will no longer tread
Copyright © Donald J Bennett | Year Posted 2014
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