English poem
Why, if the Soul can know this Glorious Game
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
Why, if the Soul can know this Glorious Game, All other Stunts seem dry and dull and tame; This is the ultimate, triumphant Joy, Automobile Elation is its Name!
Would you your last remaining Thousands spend About the Secret? Quick about it, Friend! A Hair perhaps divides This Make from That— And on that Hair, prithee, may Life depend!
Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Catalogues retires; He scorns his Last Year’s Runabout, and to The Newest, Biggest Touring Car aspires!
Each Year a Hundred Models brings, you say; Yes, but who buys the Car of Yesterday? And every Mail brings in New Catalogues That make a Last Year’s Model fade away!