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
Copyright © Judy Bausch | Year Posted 2024
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