Family and driving, both are journeys,
With ups and downs, twists and turns, it varies.
A husband or wife, the co-pilot beside,
Together we navigate, no need to divide.
Sometimes I lead, sometimes they take control,
In harmony, we switch, and take our roles.
We drive together, for a common goal,
And cherish every moment, as we patrol.
Our children are passengers, with us on this ride,
We guide them, protect them, teach them to thrive.
One day they'll drive themselves, on their own route,
But until then, we'll drive with love, there's no dispute.
We must be careful, how we steer this car,
An irresponsible move, can leave us with a scar.
We must think ahead, and plan every turn,
To ensure our family's safety, and all we've earned.
So, let's hold on tight, and enjoy this ride,
With our family by our side, we'll never slide.
Let's keep on driving, with love and care,
And reach our destination, without a scare.
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