~ Just An Old Wooden Cart ~

It was just an old wooden cart,
Abandoned by the way,
When the old man came upon it,
His mind went back to yesterday.

One time that old cart was useful,
Oh, that he remembered well,
He could still hear his children's laughter,
As they rode it behind 'Old Nell'.

Why, many a time he used that cart,
To load it up with hay,
But now time had taken its toll,
And they had both seen a better day.

Soon the years slipped quickly by,
Now he was on his own,
Just like that cart sitting there,
He felt so useless and alone.

It was just an old wooden cart,
Abandoned by the way,
The man stood there and shed a tear,
Before he sadly walked away.




© Lu Dube
03-04-2006
~ Tea Time Gazette ~