man of machines

when i was a child it was after i became wild

man of machine is who I'll be
it all started with the dodge super-bee
a morning walk in my mother's hand
on a warm summer Sunday morning
from church to parking lot where it stands
it's hood long and wing so tall
big fat tires so enthralled
it meant motion to all it called
that was magic in my eye
I was little so i cried
it's seat I could perch but not drive
for I was just a little guy
that moment in my time spawned a life
for which forward motion was my guide
I driven faster than most have!
190 on freeway drag
the races I have done is pure fun
the faster I go the slower life seems
I wear a smile and I do gleam
to this day and the end
man of machines is who I am!!!