Had I been yours when I was new,
I would have made you proud.
Racing madly on the highway,
Yet sailing like a cloud.
Not a murmur from my engine,
Not a tremor from my springs,
With the needle set on ninety
You would feel like you had wings.
I, would race along for you
Thrilling to your touch.
Each part of me responding,
The gears, the brakes, the clutch.
I gave to you my second best,
That has lasted for a while,
But now the strain tells on us both
As mile piles up on mile.
You took me to your very heart
When my best days were through,
Yet! though your loved ones grumbled,
It made no odds to you.
You wanted me, you got me
In your own unfailing way.
And from that very moment,
It's been pay, and pay, and pay.
We have gone along together
We have covered lots of ground.
I took you here, I took you there
Yet kept you safe and sound.
Now I feel Old and Weary'
My racing days are o'er.
My paintworks dull, my tyres are worn
Yes! my whole chassie's sore.
Iv'e tried to break it gently,
To tell you what i'm feeling.
So buy the DODGE you want SO much.
Just run me up to Wheelins. (Auto Wreckers)
This is one I wrote a long time ago for my brother.
Thought you might like a laugh. Marigold.