Tangerine Tales

It’s been months

Still, I was in stock

None bought me

I felt low and sad.

Painted in tangerine shades,

I had pedals and brakes

Though being attractive

I wasn’t purchased.

One mid-noon,

There came a lad

Along with his dad

He climbed onto my seat.

And my heart started to beat

He tilted my handles

Left and right

He continued to drive,

With a high speed

This was the first time

I felt freed

He then parked me

At my regular place

He rode a few more samples

With joy on his face

Now I felt quite nervous

About the decision, he will make

There were talks

Which I couldn’t hear

He looked at me

That gave a hope

I was flying in colours,

Like never before.

The boy and his dad

Left from the shop

After paying the cash

I was again locked

And wasn’t bought

My fate will never change!