Sick On a Trip
It wasn't till I learned to drive
That I could look forward to going on a family trip in the car.
With the spectre of car sickness always dogging me along the way
Waiting to appear at the most inopportune moments.
I remember once being sick over my brothers new suit before
We were even out the gate.
But as soon as I started driving my stomach underwent
A miraculous transformation.
And is now quite definitely cast in iron.
Even when I clean up other people's sick.
There is one trip I still dread
That no amount of driving will keep me from feeling
Sick in stomach and in mind.
It is a trip I never plan on taking
But somehow find myself on even when I know I will find no pleasure there.
Thankfully I now don't very often go down that road
And now when I do common sense prevails
Leading me back home quick smart.
As going on a guilt trip is just plain selfish,
With an accident waiting around every bend.
And no happy ending in sight.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016
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