The Last Ride
The day has come
Let’s not play dumb
No one escapes
Not even the apes
As the door closes shut
Am I in a hut?
The engine starts
As the car darts
To the front
I won’t be driving
I won’t be riding shotgun
This isn’t much fun
The flag is draped
Like grapes
Over a vine
Buddy can you spare a dime
I must concede
It’s my time
Now it’s time
To take the last ride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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