Lost in time

When I was new​

By ShowboatSix​

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Oh, the days of my usefulness have come and gone, I sit here remembering when I was shinny and new and served my owners ever so faithfully.

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My days of endless hours mending fence, the times I hauled the grain to the elevator or the times my clutch peddle was squeaked, as a lure to coax up some gophers to shoot.

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Yes, those cold days of winter, my water nearly froze, the hot days of summer it nearly boiled, but my usefulness still carried on.

The pitter-patter of little feet, the cry of wounded child who slipped and skinned a knee on my bumper.

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The endless miles I was driven by those little ones who sat in me going everywhere and going nowhere in middle of the farm yard.

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Those little ones have grown up now, they moved on, but I was old and rusted, so they left me behind.

My days of usefulness are gone now... but I sit here with all my memories, of all my owners who I have served so faithfully for years and years.

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What will become of me now, will I slowly rust away into oblivion.

Oh, how I wish those days where I was still needed would come again.
Wait, in the distance, I hear a familiar sound, the laughter of little ones, the cries of skinned knees.

Oh, if I am only discovered again.

I long for those words to be said, WOW!!!, this is really cool, look at this, we can get that old frame over there, and that old motor and we can make a hotrod.

Oh, how I wish those days where I was still needed would come again.

 

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