This Car is Special

Taking the years one by one
rusted all over
Never thought it would see the day
Becoming so fragile and worn all over
Still gives of a great roar
day in day out
Used to run smoothly, sadly
Now only moves in small paces.
It judges the new ages with bitter thoughts.
Has seen the war raging on behind bumpy black wheels
the only thing keeping it alive.
The day it was bought covered with dark green paint
Now only hints can be spotted with concentration.
A form of old entertainment
the new always gives off a great big smile, my grandad’s companion never left him behind slowing down
That car is special,
you might just not see it on the outside.