That love grew into a passion when a few months later she brought me the car to baby-sit while she went on vacation....It was the longest, best, most exciting three weeks of my life. I drove that car everywhere....I visited everyone associated with the church...multiple times.
This poem is a fond reminiscence of that car.
Riding in a
Time Machine
I put the top down today
And was young again.
No worries, no cares
Just the wind blowing
through
What’s left of my hair.
The radio was loud
And the songs were old
But my heart sang
With a joy that was new.
Wow!
I remembered long walks
Quiet talks
Stolen kisses and hidden
tears.
And it was fun.
I put the top down today
And was young again.
No worries, no cares,
Just the wind blowing
through
What’s left of my hair.
Let’s do it again.
2003
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