It sits there now getting rusty and gray.
It hasn’t moved since he last went away.
He would leave for duty at a distant place.
Months would pass before we would see his face.
Returning often in the dead of night,
He always hurried home after his flight.
We would awaken at once to the dog’s happy bark.
The lights would come on to push back the dark.
His smiling face, bronzed by the sun,
Telling of where he had gone and what he had done.
Maybe a large place, maybe small,
We sat for hours and enjoyed it all.
When morning would come he went to the car.
It was always ready for his return from afar.
He loved that old car, even the noise.
Behind the wheel he was one of the boys.
He would bring his love over, and under the tree,
They polished and talked of what was to be.
Their friends came and gathered in a laughing bunch,
Each bringing an offering for the picnic lunch.
We often see his friends again at our home,
The ones he grew with, and the girl he had known.
But the car sits there now getting rusty and gray.
He will return no more since he last went away.

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