Rusted Relic.

Rusted Relic.

I’m well past my prime,
And my chassis is worn and rusted,
My lights long burnt out,
And my windows cracked and busted.
But back in my heyday,
When I was just of the line,
I was someone’s pride and joy,
And my paint did gleam and shine.
I was always clean and polished,
My bumper buffed till it glowed,
But then I got some dents and scrapes,
And my engine gradually slowed.
To the backyard I was banished,
In the sun, wind and rain,
Never to be driven,
On the open roads again.

Poem written by Samantha Greaves

Poem isn't as good as I hoped but its had to write from the point of view of a rusted car.