Veteran

by Jem Croucher
So this morning, leaving Brighton
after breakfast in the sun
we saw two old cars passing
on the annual 'old crocks' run

Both brought a smile, they always do
these cars of yesteryear
with drivers dressed up to the nines
quite cold but full of cheer

And not alone our spirits raised
as people stopped to wave
the veterans as they chugged past
a memory to save

For with this annual privilege
the past's a living thing
revitalising history
as Brightonians they sing

And I felt a kindred spirit
though much older than me far
one old crock to another
looking quite spectacular

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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