The Beetle's Curve

A rounded roof against the blue, A gentle hum, a faithful hue. The Volkswagen small and round, On Philippine roads familiar sound. We crammed inside, a joyful throng, To Tagaytay's breeze where winds were strong. Or Baguio bound with luggage tied, Adventures shared with naught to hide. The engine hummed a steady beat, Through sun-drenched days and rain-swept street. Its sturdy frame, a comfort true, A part of lives we journeyed through. The faded paint, a story told, Of family trips and brave and bold Explorations near and far, Beneath a Philippine guiding star. No fancy tech, no modern grace, Just simple charm in time and space. A turn of key, a gentle start, A loyal friend within our heart. Though newer cars now line the way, We still recall that brighter day, When Beetle's curve, a friendly sight, Brought simple joys and pure delight. ©bfa040725