MY MEMORABLE ENCOUNTER

Was driving my car in the night
and soon  had a terrible fright.

 

Was definitely being pursued —
this I knew to be true — this I knew.

 

I drove ‘round curves very fast.
I doubted I’d be able to  last.

 

Scared out of my wits I was —
And I thought it was because

 

It was Death in pursuit of me.
Nothing else it could possibly be.

 

But I could not keep on going.
I was blinded.  It was suddenly snowing.

 

I braked hard and  I screeched to a stop.
I was terrified — don’t think I was not.

 

My pursuer, he opened his door
and  just when I couldn’t take more

 

he quietly came to my side —
said: “That was a pretty fast ride!”

 

Then he patted me on the shoulder —
said “just because you are older

 

you think about me more than you should”.
And suddenly I understood.

 

I , shortly thereafter , awakened —
A bit wiser but a little bit shaken.

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