Once, long ago, as I remember...
An old man gave me a gift
He gave me this red, shiny, new truck
And told me to take care of it...
The truck was nice, yeah, very cool
A fire truck yup, it was
With four small wheels, so fast, so seam
And a ladder's reach so far
I never leave it when I go out
The park, school or mall
This truck was always by my side
Everyday and every night...
This truck was always so unique
It always was it great
The paint, the wheels, the ladder long
Nothing could compare with it
Some years have passed and I grew up
The truck still by my side
That is until, surprised, I saw
A set of them endorsed and sold
Sad, I was, am hurt and down
To know my truck had clones
Until the man, my mem'ry vague
Came to me, I was alone
He whispered softly to my ear
Soothing, light it was...
He told me that the other trucks
Were not as as worth as mine
He vanished and I later searched
For the truck I've loved so long
In the bin where I've thrown it
Destructed, crashed and incomplete
It's lost its wheels, its bright red paint
Its ladder long now short
I hugged it tight, through happy tears
My time for it has made it dear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm.. To what experience did you compare this to? ? ... hmmm... the story of the poem is great..c: