This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Where's My Medal?

I drive through the city,
narrowly missing hundreds of moving cars,
signs, pedestrians, parked cars, hydrants,
trees, buildings, statues--I do this
every day, never hitting a thing.
God! I'm good!

1 comment:

Pam said...

Great little poem!