Where Does the Time Go…?
Woke up at eight,
So I wouldn’t be late,
Hit every light,
Stopped at the bridge gate,
The bridge was raised,
A large ship in the channel,
Seems that captain is driving,
Like a cow coming in from being grazed…
Never now will I make it,
My time so short, maybe I can fake it,
Still gonna take me some time, but only just a bit,
Wish these people would get their butts in gear,
I may not be able to fly, as I don’t have a Lear,
But I certainly can move a bit faster, the road up ahead so clear…
Why is it that every time I find myself in a hurry,
I run into traffic making me upset and become blurry,
Rufuz in the back, his hair flying all about, wish he was not so furry,
I swear to all that’s holy that I could make it faster if I drove a surrey…
Oh geez I finally did arrive, hope who it is I came to see is still alive,
It has taken like forever to get here, normally a short thirty-minute drive,
I am half an hour late, hard to believe I did make it at all; yes I did survive,
The drivers out there surely made me late, made me quite irate,
Wish just once I could be given or get a break…
© ed – 7/23/04
Time is flying. Whether we live it to the fullest or just survive our days with pleasant and unpleasant moments. It only stands still for me whenever I am at the dentist !!!!!
Good one.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
But, like you Ed, I have a lead foot. Hee hee...and the
traffic in Green Bay, Wisconsin is probably almost as bad as
yours.
Thanks for the smile!
Aways something hey!!
Breathe in and out and count to ten...it might do the trick!!
Okay now you can take your break I am out of here!!
Love through breaks Tinka
great write--great vent, hope you get the break you need
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)