Time on the Road

two men inside moving vehicle

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Aging a bit and hoping to keep my driving days alive

I cannot help it, but laugh at how my troubles thrive


Driving on a dark, blackened road with high beams on

No dimming headlights, because I was singing a song


Driving on an icy road, too slippery for my car to fly

The windshield wipers shout and say, “Dumb Guy!”


Driving a bit too fast through a school zone

Sorry officer, at least I wasn’t on my phone


Creeping on a crowded freeway, feeling more like mice

Listening to car horns blaring out loud, never very nice


Navigating through a minefield of treacherous potholes

Pulling over to find a tire flattened from a massive hole


Driving home at the end of a long day, without even a grin

Stuck in slow, crawling commuter traffic, please not again


Parking at last, stress-filled driving finished for today

Hoping travels go a whole lot better, on the next day



9 thoughts on “Time on the Road

  1. Please drive carefully! I was getting nervous reading your poem that there would be an accident at the end of it. I breathed out a sigh of relief when I made it to the end and nothing too untoward happened. Excellent writing! 🙂

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