The driver in front of me
On my nerve, was she
You cannot imagine, you ll ne’er know
My God, she was driving extremely slow
...
So many poems have been written
About the beauty of sea and nature
About the sun, moon, flowers and trees
I LOVE IT
I want to write a million more...
...
the smell of the wind
consoled some of the tears in my eyes
the smell of the wind
softened some of the pain in my heart
...
Reverence
The driver in front of me
On my nerve, was she
You cannot imagine, you ll ne’er know
My God, she was driving extremely slow
That old lady beside me
On my nerve, was she
You cannot imagine, you’ll ne’er know
How she lamented and put up a show
That neighbour of me
On my nerve was she
You cannot imagine, you ‘ll never know
she may not stop that machine until tomorrow
Sometimes so many people are on our nerve
Neighbour, lady and driver have a soul and deserve
our respect and perhaps we would understand why
they behave like this, or at least we could try