He sat in his old rusting truck
Feeling his age, and out of luck;
To his daughter-in-law
An impossible burden
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We are destined to be old rusty trucks After a million miles on life's highway Obsolete models with no fuel or luck Just eyesores with wheels and tons of rust........ Great poem Sir and welcome to my page too
So thought filled David. With my luck my horn will get stuck!