A chill through the air, fog on the road
Don’t need to follow the Highway Code
So what if my vision is impaired
I’m king in this car, I’m not Scared
The roads may have an icy condition
But I can drive by intuition
I speed past truck and petrol station
The grave my final destination
As I skid and flip and meet disaster
‘Cos I was dying to get home faster
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this aswell. Its good i like the ending.