The Boy
He grabs the wheel; his eyes are wild
A reckless danger in this child
That comes from never having suffered loss
He points us down the rocky road
My foot, the gas, or he’d explode
And do his best to launch us into space
I grip the frame and hold it tight
Both serious and a delight
I must admit I love to see him grin
Though I pretend a fainting spell
In truth, he drives it rather well
But let’s just keep that fact between ourselves
In no time flat, we do arrive
All limbs intact, all have survived
Already planning when we’ll drive again
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Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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