Reduce Speed During Wet Conditions

[Poldy]

Long day

Long week

Another long year

Worn out from trying

To stay stronger than the fear


Four miles from home

Dreaming of my bed

No time to consider

It's no good if I'm dead


Slide

Spin

Trees are coming fast

Make this thought a good one

Because it might be your last


"Well, shit," I think, "bet this is going to hurt."


Open my eyes

All is quiet and still

Will someone come to get me?

I don't think that they will


On the lonely side of nowhere

In the middle of the night

Not another soul for miles

Just like I wanted, right?


Still got four good tires

And an engine that'll run

Little luck and I'll make it

Home before I see the sun


Three days later

Time to share the news

Look down to see I'm

Still wearing the same shoes


"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Like I even have a clue

I don't know why I mess up

It's just something that I do


I could have a hundred backpacks

From the shit-together store

Add another hundred

And then five hundred more


Still wouldn't be enough

To hold all of my mistakes

It's like I'm made of feet

And the world is made of rakes

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Wow! I like all of this, but that last stanza...particularly the closing two lines...are outstanding!

So glad you're writing and sharing in the zone again regularly! Keep it coming!

[Poldy]

Thank you, Paula. I had been too busy to write much and found myself wishing for some time off. Then I was in an automobile accident. I'm grateful that I wasn't seriously injured and that I'm still around to write . . . but I probably won't ask the universe for any more favors for a while.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Happy and relieved to hear you are still among the living and writing crowd. Another day, another breath? Another chance and perhaps, another poem?