Foggy Morning - Poem by Bill Grace
Sometimes the morning start is slow
You can not find your glasses
And wear frames so ugly
Only the military could issue them,
Or some agency purporting to make us equal.
On this day you are glad
For the extra cautions of your life
The care at the view blocked intersection
The parade of potential accidents passing by
When things are normally clear and you skim through
Realizing what could have been the cost
If you had not stopped and meant it
On a foggy morning where you could
See a mile clearly and still miss it.
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