My Way... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

The New Year started.
I am driving the wrong way up
now. I am laughing,
seeing surprised,
old looks young faces,
youthful faces old.

They aren't feeling on me.
It was possible to predict
everything, everyone is working
to it account, and how
will work hard this way,
somebody has a tendency to put,

on weight, other for using
not what perhaps, and then
is surprised.
That he has unfired rounds.
So, I am driving the wrong way up
singing loud 'my tarmac road'...