There she set in the car port,
rusted and faded with time.
Her tires bald and flat,
her engine well past its prime.
But still there is an inner beauty,
that most fail to see;
You must look past the dents and rust,
to get to her true beauty.
A classic built when cars were more,
then just a way to get around;
In a time when cars were family,
built tough and truely sound.
Yes it may take awhile,
before she's on the road again;
But with a few bucks and alittle hard work,
this falcon will be my friend.
Nice write Dwayne, your poem reminded me that inner beauty stays though ravaged by time, to shine again on the outside as before, with some T, L, C. Thanks for sharing! *10*! ! Friend Thad
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I would like to translate this poem
That is a special poem, Dwayne, written with a special love. It's more than just the love of a car, it's an understanding that there is more behind the exterior. I think it says a lot about your character. Hugs