I retired and moved a year ago from
Hamptons, NY to Sarasota Bay, Florida
It was quiet and peaceful until
I parked my Veyron in the driveway
The young postal lady used to put the mail in the box
Now she rings the door bell for delivery everyday
Neighbors sit on their front porches
To look at the women who drive by
Their wives complain in rage
And I hear their shoutings routinely
The kids changed their route from
The school. They linger for hours at my gate
The sightseeing buses stop in the street
The tourists stare at my lousy Veyron
I think I will park it in the garage
And park my Bugatti Chiron ln the driveway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem