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.