Something strange is going on
at the age of forty-three:
I'm driving a Mercedes
in California, by the sea
With the wind on my face
and my hair blowing free
And George Benson on the system,
serenading me!
Don't ask me to explain to you
why ever this should be -
It's just a crazy notion
at the age of forty-three.
As Noddy Holder once said, Hey mama we're all crazy now. Nice poem Susy.
This is yet another of your poems where it's so easy to imagine being part of the journey you're describing. The great thing is I can read this poem and think I'm by the sea in California in a sports car, without having to pay for a plane ticket or have any fear of crashing my car.
Hurry up and arrive and into my car dive the coast we will drive Absolutely ALIVE! I loved it! It may not be all it's cracked up to be, or maybe it is more, let's see!
I love the rhythmic flow of the poem. It is fun to say over and over. Bien!
wonderful. loved it. please read some of my poems and comment. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh, oh, love this poem...hair blowing free...and your mind!