The Time Machine

The Time Machine Graying hair and aching knees It’s time for a drive among hills and trees There is magic encased in a Chevy V-8 Gotta take a drive before it’s too late Shift in reverse Time does the same Before she knows it A young woman remains She’s getting old But not quite yet She’s a sweet young thing In her Chevy Corvette The car is magic And for a brief while She feels younger and Freer with every mile Rag top down Hair in the wind Classic rock thumping She remembers when The lines on her face Had not begun to show The breasts on her chest Didn’t droop so very low She doesn’t drive fast but neither too slow She’s just so happy to be on the go The engine rumbles Her pain becomes numb She tends to forget The age she’s become She’s getting old But not quite yet Cruising the mountains before the sun sets Not too many dreams That haven’t been met She’s a little old lady in her Chevy Corvette. ~ Judy Bausch