Sunday, April 19, 2026

(26) The Old Rusty Coach

 


Shining and gleaming

I rolled out in style 

Spending days in the sun

Mile after mile. 


The clackety clack

Of wheels upon track

I never slowed down 

And I never looked back. 


Now parked in a siding 

I’m rusting away

The rain and the wind

Promotes the decay


But looking back over the years

It’s nae been that bad

And for all the years that I’ve had

I’m eternally glad. 


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