Hold It In
I didn't realize it then,
when I was potty training
my sons back when,
they were toddlers
and still in diapers,
that they were also
in training for the day,
when I'd become
middle aged
and slightly gray,
and suddenly
became incontinent….
I remember driving
them in the car,
and we didn't get very far,
when they would
suddenly have to go pee,
I'd say "hold it in!" and
with nowhere else to go,
we'd pull over by the
side of the road,
where they'd go behind a tree...
now times are
just the opposite,
especially when
we drive far in the car,
and I start doing
the piddly jig...
whosever is driving
has to drive like I'm dying,
and hopefully get us all
there safely in one piece,
"Hold it in!" is all I hear,
as they weave out and in,
and they finally find a
restroom very near,
then I get out,
and running like the wind,
barely making it in,
rush in and do my thing...
and for the rest of the trip,
I know I have to limit
my liquid intake,
mostly because if I don't
then our lives are at stake,
but my grown sons
don't like to drive far in the
car with me anymore,
and show me no malice,
they're just tired of having
to drive haphazardly,
just like the Dukes of Hazzard!
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