Poem of the Day : The Red Mustang

The young man saw a 4 Sale sign On an old Mustang and thought "That has to be mine!" He pulled his dad's car to the side of the road And wondered how that '65 red baby drove An ol' lady saw him peek his head in She said "I couldn't sell this to you" As she forced a little grin "You see son, it's been garaged In that special place in the yard And every morning I start her up And drink my coffee there Thinking of all the good times That my husband and I had shared It's been a link between us For all these many years And I really hate to sell her As she wiped away some tears But now this house is too much for me And I no longer can hold on to this memory And somehow I'd like to sell it To someone who'd understand That this car must be treated kindly Even though it's second hand He looked at the frail ol' lady As he walked up and touched her hand He said, Because I'm just a young kid Don't think I don't understand If you'd allow me to buy this car No matter how far you are I'll drive by there once a week So you can drink your coffee In the passengers seat... And I will go for a nice long walk So you and your husband can quietly talk Well, she sold that red Mustang to him In hopes that he didn't lie And every Sunday morning The young man would drive it by And now he has a little son Who's been brought up to understand No matter how that red car fades He'll keep it as long as he can © Elaine Hall All Rights Reserved

 

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