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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My parents endured marriage, for almost sixty years duress it set the tone never did they ever seem to be happy What seemed glaringly so obvious, my father he was such an impatient angry chappy My mother gained her driving licence, when around the age of twenty five or six she's behind the steering wheel, my father a front seat passenger suddenly we were grounded, found ourselves in an unnecessary fix We're travelling ,for some time, behind a semi trailer, my father silent for a while, with his discomforted anger surging Suddenly he begins his impatient mantra, Go past, go past, go past my mother surprisingly kept her mouth shut but I could sense she was irritated ,by the constant urging The car came to an unexpected grinding halt My brother and I in the back seat, startled by the sudden jolt My mother seized the car keys, through an open window , over the car roof, tossed those keys as far as she was able For an hour or two, possibly more, we frantically searched, for those necessary keys the impatient back seat driver, had for a while, caused us all to be disabled Not sure who took the drivers seat when travelling was resumed As kids we were happy that the keys had been exhumed It's now sixty years since I became a driver, but my wife, who incidentally has no licence to drive But as a back seat driver, she believes she has a licence to instruct me for us to maintain safety ,so we may both stay alive And today whilst we're not even driving,but still, she has acted like a back seat driver, for this final verse I accepted her comments as fun, Be it with the poem or even in the car I love her dearly and I never ever feel the need to curse Footnote We must always act with compassion. Whilst I have attempted humour with this poem, I wish to point out that prior to us meeting my wife had a car accident causing loss of life to her partner, as the result of a seizure. She voluntarily gave up her driving licence. This poem was stimulated as a result of her admitting she was a back seat driver. Back seat driver may possibly be an australian colloquial term. It used to describe a passenger, even if they are in front, who constantly gives advice to the driver
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