LONG ENOUGH

Seventy years!

Is that not long enough to drive?

 

I know some folks

who  make it beyond that —

but not I.

 

I haven’t even cried —

I just let go — just like that!

 

The keys are gone

and so’s the car.

 

But — yes BUT!

 

I’m getting a golf cart.

And I have my tricycle!

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