We have such wonderful
drivers down here in Naples,
seems Cleveland and Kalamazoo
send us only their best.
Drivers so adept in their skill
they can use the left turn signal
to indicate their intention
to proceed to the right.
Executioners of motorized dexterity
so refined they need not
know in advance
the direction of their desired
terminus, only a general impression
will suffice, for drivers of that notable
dexterity can, in the midst of the peril
of the most bustling throughway
come to a complete and sudden stop
to calibrate their bearings and determine
whether that bagel shop to the right
is indeed where Edna awaits.
Confirmation revealed by the application
Of the left hand signal.
I know of a couple, blue-haired and bald,
veterans of the art so practiced and seasoned
though his eyesight is gone; hers is not bad,
she's deaf as post; he's better than most,
and together they make
one hell of a driver.
what a sarcastic expression of old age and its inconvenience! ! what to do? we have to face it one day!
Yes, so very true. We are all on the same journey. I always try to find the humor in these situations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, my! ! ! ! I had a hard time staying on my chair cuz I was laughing so hard. You might as well laugh because we know only wisdom can stop such behavior and we all know the % of the population that has wisdom [no fair counting animals- -most of them are geniuses compared to the human race]. Thanks for the huge laughter! ! ! 10
Susan, I am so glad you enjoyed this poem. I was reading some of Billy Collins' work, and how he is able to see such humor in the simplest of things, so I thought I would give it a try. Driving in Florida can be frustrating, so I decided to see it as Billy might see it.