It was my
job to wait here, and I’ve been doing that.
He was
supposed to come back after the war. We
had big plans.
He promised
me better tires and fresh paint. I
remember, he was so excited when he bought me.
The last
thing he said as he patted my fender, “Wait here boy, I’ll be back.”
I heard his
mother was going to sell me but couldn’t bring herself to do it.
So I wait.
1 comment:
Safer there than on these roads now a days. But so sad.
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