Friday, May 17, 2013

Mom Would Be Proud

I’ve covered the map of this cruel world;
Forests of sin, the rivers of booze…
And I credit my survival,
To an ounce of caution and sensible shoes.

More than once I gambled with risk;
Missed a bullet by only a hair…
I sped on freeways with confidence,
Always wearing clean underwear.

Interviews, changes and bank loans,
I met with minimum fears…
It was easy to make commitments,
Knowing I’d washed behind my ears.

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