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 can’t help it but laugh at how my troubles thrive

Driving on a dark, blackened road with high beams on

I didn’t dim my 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

Well officer . . . at least I wasn’t on my phone

Driving on a crowded freeway, feeling more like mice

I hear a car horn blare out loud, which isn’t very nice

Driving through a minefield of ugly, nasty potholes

I pull over to find a tire flattened with a huge hole

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

I’m stuck in heavy commuter traffic . . . oh my, not again

Reaching the end of my stressful travels for today

I hope my driving goes much better on another 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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