No Brakes At Forty
No Brakes At Forty
No Brakes at forty, I got to stop. It starts to rain
and I'm on the freeway. I see a car that got too
close, but I can't stop. I push the brake, but it don't
work.
I start to panic, what can I do? I thought I knew,
but my brakes won't come through. I see a car that's
up ahead - I thought OH no , if I hit it - I'm dead.
I looked behind, I looked around. I see an exit, I turn the
wheel and out I go. Believe it or not - but I was now going
slow. I knew then that I was safe. I now knew that one way
or another my car would stop...
06/08/2014
By Lucilla M. Carrillo.
Note: Sometime back I was challenge to
write a poem with just the title. This is what I
came up with....
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2014
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