Friday, 22 February 2013
On Driving in Retirement
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
For fifty years the trips increased,
I drove a million miles, at least.
If I could choose to drive or stay,
I always chose to drive away.
The weather never curbed my pace;
I had to drive to every place.
Inside a car my life was sweet,
The driving made it so complete.
Now driving’s out; I shun the call
Of work or school or shopping mall.
Instead I drive to get some milk,
Or simple errands of that ilk.
My current car goes everywhere,
And gets me home without a care.
Today I read and laugh at deals
To buy a brand new set of wheels.
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