I dreamed of a classic I owned as a boy
She was my first love affair with a truck
Though she was huge by any standards
With her four wheel drive I never got stuck
Her engine sparkled with 350 horses
And huge tires graced her raised frame
Though it took some effort to get inside
No other vehicle ever looked the same
We traveled across mountains and deserts
And enjoyed racing across dunes and streams
No terrain ever stopped or prevented our progress
She was the epitome of all my teenage dreams
But she left on a sorrowful June day
Her passing needed to make way for my learnings
It wasn’t until my brother called twenty years later
That the memory of her turned into middle-age yearnings
So I caught the next flight to his state
My excitement hardened by his visual description
Though a little apprehensive when he said he had one
My first sight of her eliminated any suspicion
Alas the story did not end as I had hoped
For my first test drive turned into a failure
She took part in a duel for the road
But how it all happened I’m still not quite sure
Suffice it to say that some dreams shouldn’t come true
For they represent the things that we hold in esteem
Some things are better left to bring a smile to our memories
For the fountain of youth is also a dream
