Get Your Premium Membership


As just-hitched kids, we drove a Model T Ford with a crank for the engine, and a running board. My big brother sold us his old carriage as a first car for a brand new marriage. Never mind it was his hunting car, repainted and restored to all its former glory, a new conversion to a honeymoon car. In newlywed land without a pot to-you- know-what-in, we had no aversion to second hand. Now, fifty years later (and this may rub-ya) I've got a yen for a two-tailpipe Jaguar, or a BMW. Though I am not fickle, own neither vehicle and true to my origins still modest and practical, I'm not yet ready to go on the shelf. RACY is how I see myself.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment
Date: 11/27/2011 3:19:00 PM
So wow, you really are older than me. I never would have guessed it. You seem to have a "young" aura about you. But then again,I've been told I sound like a kid on the telephone! Gosh, driving a model T. Amazing! LIke you, I see myself as a sports car type. One day I hope to have that baby blue corvette!
Login to Reply
Date: 11/13/2011 5:45:00 AM
hmm wonder what was here? a bad poem. a love letter never delivered. an oration for a great croud. we will never know. john
Login to Reply
Perez Avatar
Nola Perez
Date: 11/13/2011 12:29:00 PM
Well, you are the curious one. How cool! Actually I found I posted the same poem twice, and edits to 2 were good. I could not find a delete button - seems like there used to be one (?) Did it occur to you that a poem called "Delete" could consist only of the word "Delete :) Witty, maybe?