Driving My Old Car Poem by Warrior Writes

Driving my old car, I have it with me,
I drive it with my bag, and my teddy.
We have taken on the road travelling,
For I want to spend my time smiling.

The trees I look from window staring,
They colour the sky pretty.
The birds sing a song of unknown,
Still it sounds so sweet and honeyed.

We don’t know what the future holds,
The affectionate nature’s beauty unfolds.
In front of me and my cuddly teddy,
We are going to have an adventure for sure!

Driving my old car, I have it with me,
I drive it with my bag, and my teddy.
We have taken on the road travelling,
For I want to spend my time smiling.