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.