Life's Verses
JUNK YARD DREAMS
By
Jaymz
There it was in a pile of junk,
with no memory of being touched.
Decades of dust,
generations of rust.
Discarded and forgot,
glory days, they were not.
I dreamed of a time long ago,
when its blue paint did glow.
When the engine was like a rocket,
and there were lights in the sockets.
400 horse power for a heart,
and no push button start.
Old goat was the name,
because of the sound that it made.
With big heavy chrome,
it was made to roam.
Now it sits and never again will go,
it makes a tear runs down my nose.
We all drift away and rust,
and finally become dust.
A memory of days lost and gone,
but, our dreams live on.
So when you see my head stone,
don't feel sad and alone.
Know I'm with you,
wherever you may roam.
Jaymz
There it was in a pile of junk,
with no memory of being touched.
Decades of dust,
generations of rust.
Discarded and forgot,
glory days, they were not.
I dreamed of a time long ago,
when its blue paint did glow.
When the engine was like a rocket,
and there were lights in the sockets.
400 horse power for a heart,
and no push button start.
Old goat was the name,
because of the sound that it made.
With big heavy chrome,
it was made to roam.
Now it sits and never again will go,
it makes a tear runs down my nose.
We all drift away and rust,
and finally become dust.
A memory of days lost and gone,
but, our dreams live on.
So when you see my head stone,
don't feel sad and alone.
Know I'm with you,
wherever you may roam.
