Traveling Near and Traveling FarA Poem by Barbara WalkerMy thoughts and feelings on being the only licensed driver in my immediate famiky
I spend a lot of time in my car,
traveling near and traveling far. People ask me, for reasons the same and I've only my dear ole self to blame. Along with all their commonsense, they have all lost their driver's license and when all is said and done, Who has a car? I am the only one! That's how I spend my days-all; I'm at their beck and call and I'm a dumb ole Irish lass, rarely receiving money for gas. Now, when I am down half a tank, they need to go to their bank. They need to fork over some cash. My car runs, not on air, but gas. And what of my precious time? I have none to call all mine. I can't get any projects done, let alone, have time for fun! Time is fleeing, I'm getting old. I'm feeling more tired, truth be told. I want time for me and my man, before we're so old, we can't even stand. I know there are ties that bind, but weeks and months scurry by. They can't get back this time for me and I don't want to resent them, when I see, I've grown so feeble and so old, I'm sitting at home and I'm all alone, because my man said he's sick of it, waiting and waiting, there he sits. I'm afraid uninterrupted time, will never comes for us and my man will find a woman, who rides the bus. © 2013 Barbara WalkerReviews
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StatsAuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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