Eulogy to Drivers
By Philip Bartholomew - VA Portland, Oregon
We were driving along at 65
Mighty thankful to be alive,
When a driver passed us doing 93;
Around the bend he hit an old oak tree
His steering wheel was still in his hand,
By then he had reached the promised land.
Now take my advice and stay alive.
Don’t drive your car over 65,
Don’t pass a car on curve or hill,
If a cop doesn’t catch you, a mortician will!
Posted in Poetry Archive | From: Fall 1967