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HAZZARD ON THE STREET
HAZARD ON THE STREET
Lady really shouldn’t drive,
that old person, hair so white.
She doesn’t know what to do,
such a sad … pathetic sight!
Car horns blowing behind her,
she hears a man rant and rave.
“You shouldn’t be out driving,
you’ve got one foot … in the grave!”
I see why she’s annoying,
she seemed dangerous, too.
Wonder, does she live alone?
Does she have a me … or you?
Perhaps doesn’t have a choice,
when to doctor she must go.
Before you condemn this old soul,
think of elderly … you know.
Glance her way just once again,
put yourself in her sad seat.
One day we too may become
an old Hazard … on the Street!
March 2003
Copyright ©
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
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