The Old Honda

THE OLD HONDA
                             
                  Truly I am happy
                   with my old jalopy
                   once it brought me trophy
                                          in a vintage car race.
                 I bought it scarlet red
                 Now color has faded
                 showing rusty pale shade
                                           dusty dull, no solace.
                It’s my first car Honda.
                Not for propaganda,
               but my wife Miranda
                                        looks at it with bright face. 
                                 
               Fifty years back me Philip
               on our sweet honeymoon trip,
               not gone on cruise in ship,
                                        but drove Honda to rejoice.


  07/20/19

  'Favorite Poem in Rhyme from July 2019'  Contest by Julia Ward
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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July 20, 2019 at 5:07 AM
Great poem Anisha..
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July 20, 2019 at 10:02 AM
happy for your visit after long time. Edited. Please visit again. Blessing
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