Domingo
My husband likes conversing
With most anyone he meets,
Including taxi drivers or
The ones in Uber fleets.
Domingo was our Uber guy
And on the ride, we shared
Some talk of life and grandkids,
But I doubt he was prepared
When a question was presented
Asking him to think and rate,
On a scale of 1 – 10,
Just how happy was his state.
At first he didn’t get it
Then he smiled and said most days
His number would be 8 and next,
He listed all the ways.
He and his family have their health,
He has a home and work
And seeing others suffer,
He knows dangers that might lurk.
So all in all, his life’s okay
And he feels satisfied,
A pleasant conversation
For our Wednesday Uber ride.
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