Some Relief in My Old Age

No more honking the horn, no middle finger

hoisted and waved at the driver who cut me

off.

No more stuck in traffic on the Interstate with

only minutes left to get where I’m supposed

to go.

No more sudden swerving to miss hitting the

gigantic pothole in the road.

No more running the stop sign and seeing red

lights flashing in the rear view mirror.

No more sputtering stops, out of gas halfway

to my destination.

No sir, no ma’am. I consider myself to be a

fortunate man no longer associated with the

driving lot of idiots,

     lucky in my tottering,

         stumbling,

            pedestrian

old age, knowing that some of the frustrating and unexpected

surprises in life (along with many unsavory memories) have

summarily faded away over time.

Finally, I can wallow in my state of old age knowing some peace

of mind.

                                               -30-

Chris Hanch 7-20-2020