I Drive

I drive them to their friend’s houses
and to their music lessons
I drive them to the clubs, the parks
And to rehearsal sessions

Sometimes an extra kid or two
And sometimes even three
End up in my backseat their moms
Thought best leave drive to me

And so with designated driver
Title I am haunted
Like with some prize I never asked for
Much less even wanted

But maybe I could lose this honor
If they understood
I’m extremely under qualified
And just not very good

And indeed I have a gift
Perhaps a predilection
To lose my sense at even the
Most simple of directions

And weave within the lanes of traffic as
I do my best to guess
And peer and poke to see if we
Are nearing our address

So do you think if these moms knew
That every time I drive
With their dear children that I risk
Their young and precious lives

And take this duty from me that
Into my lap did drop
Oh reader I’ve not killed one yet
So sadly I think not.

Real live shot of my back seat…when the whole band needs a lift!!

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