Taxi Driver Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Taxi Driver



Taxi driver

Imagine a weekend
you, taxi-driver
passengers come and go
they vary in gender
also shapes and ages,
perfumes and smells.

Words many, stories
and you are recorder.

The job is dangerous
but great in learning
tales of love to failure
you take some to convert
and become a writer
or God and, creator.

Monday, November 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: social
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