Driving round and round the town,
Tootling up and down the hills.
Her hair blowing in the wind,
Angie - in her automobile.

When she bought that car, she paid in full,
Unheard of in those days.
But she had sold her treasured home,
And had the cash to spend her way.

Her first and only brand new car,
I think she'd earned the right.
Widowed young, kids raised and gone,
It didn't happen over night.

The house got too much to handle,
After Bill passed on.
She tried, of course, but couldn't swing it,
It was time to move along.

Having been conservative
Her entire life.
I think Bill would have died again,
If he could have seen his "wild" wife.

Older souls, indeed, buy Olds,
But, convertibles? Oh my!
I saw her eyes light up,
For the first time since Bill died.

But, why not? I urged her on,
I gave her moral support.
One should enjoy oneself,
After all, life is much too short.

So, Angie bought the sporty Olds,
And started life anew.
It was more than just a car, you know,
It became her passion, too.

Many, many trips she took,
She traveled country-wide.
She always took her friends with her,
Good company by her side.

We're taught not to love possessions,
But how Angie loved that car.
For, to her, it represented,
The sun, and moon, and stars.

That car - an expression of herself,
Her joy, through and through.
Her life - her independence,
And ... it freed her spirit, too.

She drove it nearly twenty years,
Cared for it, as a child.
Still shiny - almost like new,
It grew old, but kept its style.

Angie, of course, now older, too,
One day became quite ill.
With something that was terminal,
That would send her home to Bill.

Aware of the prognosis,
Angie used her common sense.
She followed God's instructions,
And did not express regrets.

She took one last spin around the block,
In her beloved Olds.
Then parked it on the street in front,
A FOR SALE sign propped on its nose.

I was with her when she sold it,
A man came to the house.
He counted out the bills to her,
Where she lay, resting on the couch.

She handed him the car keys,
I walked him to the door.
That's the first time I saw Angie cry,
And my heart, too, was sore.

"It's just a car," I told her,
"I know - you're right," she said.
And then we cried together,
'Til she collapsed upon her bed.

Within a few days she passed away,
I was at her side.
But the day that Angie sold her Olds,
Was the day she really died.

There was not a dry eye in the place,
When her funeral was held.
Many of us hugged and wept,
As we bid our friend farewell.

But an odd phenomenon occurred,
While we stood at Angie's graveside..
We heard a big, "VA-ROOM, VA-ROOM"
And what do you think we spied?

All heads turned and looked, as one,
As Angie's car sped down the street.
It went so fast we could not see,
Who was in the driver's seat.

Aghast, we looked at one another,
The car now gone from sight.
The preacher bowed his head again,
And we prayed with all our might.

Later on that evening,
I called the man who bought the car.
I told him what had happened,
He said, "Strange, for at that very hour..."

"I heard its engine start,
I ran out to my driveway.
By then the car was in the street,
I watched it as it sped away."

"And the funny thing about it,
There was no one at the wheel.
The police thought I was crazy,
When they listened to my spiel."

"And, no, they haven't found it yet,
It's disappeared without a trace.
No clue, no hint, no anything
It's just vanished into space."

I smiled, for I felt I knew,
The whereabouts of Angie's Olds,
I think it rolled right straight to heaven,
So she could drive those streets of gold.

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
copyright 2001 ~ revised 2004

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