blurry old glasses
speed signs hard to tell
countryside quickly passes
road that leads to hell

coffee helps only wee bit
to brighten the light of day
one has to believe it
or know how to pray

to drive the roads less travelled
might be a smarter way
old threads to be unraveled
new horizons come to play

black computer keyboard
the vehicle of choice
typing not to be bored
by chatter of the inner voice

Poem ‘The Drive’ read by the author.