The Old Man in The Red Corvette

The old man
With grooves on his face
Deeper than an off road tire
In his red Corvette
Waits for the last Sun to rise
Weary eyes
Have seen for too long
All the things
We all do wrong
A life shifting gears
Too fast and intrepid
Oblivious to danger
stranger to fears
The engine idling
A quick press of the pedal
And it's fire to the metal
The roar, is music to his ear
One last deep breath in
One last pistons dance
One last duel with the Reaper
Before landing into the river