My Poetry

Drive

The world is oh so very large
But my whole world is small
I cannot wrap my head around
The size of it at all!

The roads in traffic we drive through
Made me really think
Each and every one of them
Surely owns a sink!

They also own cars, obviously
But they have thoughts and dreams
They might be mourning a friend's death
Nothing is as it seems.

They might really need a hug
To get through harder times
They might really need a push
To make them go write rhymes.

There might be brand-new people
Within that minivan
There might be proud, happy parents
Or kids crying 'catch me if you can!'

There might be people that need help
They might need a night today
They might have issues with their anger
They might have run away.

They might be just learning to drive
Sacred right out of their minds
They might be used and comfortable too
Cool and suave and kind.

They might be normal old chums
They might get drunk and die
They might be fine through their whole drive
Or make choices that are unwise.

2022