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The Thirty-Seven Pontiac

A thirty-seven Pontiac
Sat in a junkyard rusted;
It’s engine froze, it’s glass disposed,
What wasn’t broke was busted.

Mechanic Dan, a handyman,
Saw more than dented metal;
A vision he’d seen of a car so clean
And for nothing less would settle.

It took some time to clear the grime,
The builder did his duty.
His devotion deep, he turned that heap
Into a classic beauty.

Mechanic Dan and his old sedan
Would serve well to remind us
That those who truly love us most
Won’t leave us as they find us.

With all the vision, patience, and
Devotion under heaven,
They’ll help to build a classic you,
Just like that thirty-seven.

So unless you are content to be
Like another common car,
Find a love that sees in you
More than what you are.

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.



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