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Drive No More

At the dawn of intelligence, the drive, the thing.

Drive the animal to the killer, for a full belly fling.

Driving animals was so successful, some are gone.

Even the great woolly mammoth has passed on.

Growing up driving the animals to pasture and back.

Vigilant while there to avoid animal or human attack.

Hoping to be given the team reins to hold,

Was an act that made youngsters bold.

Then, the newfangled horseless carriage came along,

And a tiller replaced the reins as the beast bucked on.

The teller was soon replaced by the steering wheel, 

Power from a foot throttle enabled wheels to squeal.

The electric starter made it easy for women to drive,

And power enhancements allowed anyone to thrive.

We relied on driving for 100 years or more,

Mostly for driving short distance to the store.

But the Internet is rapidly changing our trip plan.

Internet allows getting anything by delivery man.

Self-driving cars like a flood are coming fast.

Safer and more efficient than driving data past.

Driving was once an adult passage right,

Youngsters today won’t get in a traffic fight.

Even owning trucks and cars for most,

Will become too expensive and ghost.

Services taking you everywhere you guess,

Will not need a driver and will cost much less.

If you doubt the trend, you are a back slider,

And time will convince you, you’re just a rider.

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

10/2/25

You can read and print this poem at my website here.