Pieces Of ScrapA Poem by George David Hope
PIECES OF SCRAP
They all stand side by side Full of oil and dust Some hoping to drive again Others just hunks of rust White van's tippers all breaking From carrying heavy loads Keeping the country moving Up and down the roads All the boy racers Filled with mods and tricks No longer sporting alloy's Now just sit on bricks Jags and Merc's all sit and stare At the other car's lack of class But now their just the same as them Filled with broken glass Family car's once filled with folk Weekend trips down to the beach Now they sit four cars high Too high for anyone to reach Now all just blocks of metal Waiting to be torn apart Pleading "Don't forget us" Old cars still have a heart So when you go past a scarp yard And you see them all stripped bare Do you ever think about your old cars Or do you just not care
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