My First Car
I sat there in the drivers seat..
smelling that new car smell..
turning the key to my freedom,
I'm now an adult..can't you tell?
Imagining the wind rushing
through my already messy hair..
as I cruised down Route 66,
In my mind not a single care.
It seemed possibilities were endless..
just how far and how fast to go.
Hearing wheels on the pavement,
for independence I'd struck a blow.
Tomorrow would be soon enough
to think about what I'd done..
A big hole in my meager savings,
and a monthly payments begun.
For Frank's contest...
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