Dear Lord, Let my driver’s license
expire only seconds before I do

" Good thing I left my cane and crutch in the car"
Three ladies-in-charge laugh.
      Truth is the cane is needed
      That's where our kids learned if you tell the truth
      they'll never believe you.

Simple eye test-- blinker on right, then left
Pay the fee. Picture. Done deal.

" You'll give it to me for eight years!!!!!
I could be a menace by then.
Should have mandatory testing each
and every year after seventy-five!"
      and he, just shy of the three-quarter mark
" Sorry sir, That would be age discrimination
Write your Congressman!"

My precious one continues
" I don't ever want to hurt anyone
let alone myself".
      He's talking himself into a corner
      Next thing you know they'll change their minds.
      I"m getting up there too
      My brother has to do a stiff-necked body turn
      A friend got a wake-up call snuggled up to a tree

" I'll know when I should stop" he continues.
      That massive pile-up near Chi town with its three hour delay
      Were septuagenarians to blame?
      The Irish won't let you rent a car after age seventy.

On trips, we share the wheel.
When he drives, I knit, I quilt, I read, or snooze en route.
When I drive, my love just watches...me...the road...
anything that moves preventing imagined disaster.
I treasure my right to zoom down
these glorious roads, around cliffs,
past shallow harbors, night or day
      Please dear, be quiet, when it's time
      for me to renew, I hope they give me twenty.

Loraine Brink

   
My Husband Renews His Driver's License
     


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