the old car

The old car runs its course

When it was new, it drove every where

From North to South

The energy revving along

Even in floods

It never failed

It ran through

Holding it steadily

Now the old car

The years of services

It has finally come

Too tired to run

Parked at the side of the house

The years of thunder had gone

It still drives around town

The old car takes a slow drive

The law maybe enacted soon

Old cars have to go off the road

Until such time it stays put

A sentimental value in time