18-11-2019, 02:27 PM
There will be many for whom this little poem chimes. It was written by a pal of mine.
AN OLDIE’S LAMENT
The car I had when I was young,
Was simple through and through.
It had a handle that you swung,
And comfy leather too.
Few switches on its wooden dash,
And even fewer dials,
No synchro changes - only crash,
What fun, for miles and miles.
But not so now with modern tech,
Where screens and codes contrive,
To make me first a nervous wreck,
And then too scared to drive!
AN OLDIE’S LAMENT
The car I had when I was young,
Was simple through and through.
It had a handle that you swung,
And comfy leather too.
Few switches on its wooden dash,
And even fewer dials,
No synchro changes - only crash,
What fun, for miles and miles.
But not so now with modern tech,
Where screens and codes contrive,
To make me first a nervous wreck,
And then too scared to drive!