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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