A shaft of sunlight sparkles
On the once white wheels
The lacquer with reluctance
Chips and peals

Free Oxygen
Not to betray its trust
In subtle silence
Works its will with rust

Quite slowly does
The creeping crud advance
Tho owned by kings
Or callers of the dance

So mark ye well!
These sleeping cars are not
Just scraps of worthless metals
In a lonely spot

But rather, are a guide
A portent for the soul
Our rate of rot
Is not in our control

So, when you pass and see
The once proud - now scrap
Sparkle in the light
Think not such autos are a social blight

For many a potent piston
Sleeps beneath the grease
They served their turn
Now let the rest in peace

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