A veiled wall of misty low hanging clouds
Mysteriously conceals and restrictively shrouds.
Visibility is far from marvelous this morning…
Travelers appear from the fog with no warning.
With uneasiness, I peer into the cold space ahead.
I am in familiar surroundings, but feel lost instead.
The road before me beckons, as I apply the brake…
Accelerating without caution could be a serious mistake.
Sounds of distress are now heard from beyond my view.
No doubt someone has had an unintentional rendezvous.
Preparing to continue, I take a deep breath and start to pray.
I hope my boss will understand the reason for my delay…
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I thought the ending to this poem was very unexpected, but it made me laugh!
I like this one also, great job one has to have humor in poetry also.
Humour intended. Humour found. Humour enjoyed. Who could ask for more... thanks.
are you new to poetry. just guessing. i can tell from the way one writes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely sense of humour. I think fog is a reasonable excuse myself!