My Brother's car

My brother’s car my brother’s car, it reminds me
of the good old days when it zoomed straight
past my face feeling the cool air, and
when I first sat in the car the seat
was smooth and soft, I remember the first
time he got to start the car it was
loud but the next day he was gone, before
he left he said never give up on your
dream for basketball and that was
when I started pro ball I remember
the time when my mum turned on the car
for the first time it was so, so loud as if it was
a lion roaring.