A Cabbie's Eye Poem by Nick krakana

A past winter
I did something out a line
I drove a cab
But for a short time

This new look on life
Gave me reason to rhyme

I watched the sun come today
Waiting for a fair
To come my way
Morning joggers ran on by

Chasing a runners high

There are people who ride with me
Who seek a high in the rye
This thing called booze
Will make you lose

All good you've ever gained
Goes right on down the drain
Never to be seen again

Remember the next time
You reach for the rye
The cheapest high
You'll ever buy

Is the healthy run
Of a runners high


Nick Krakana
February 13-2011
Timmins - Ontario
Canada