Driven

 

I am no longer driven by fame.

That has always been a self-centered

egotistical game.

I am no longer driven by fortune.

Time and chances for that in my life

have passed.

I am no longer driven by goals.

I have achieved all I can expect

of me.

I am no longer driven by sex or amorous.

My willfulness and testosterone have

for some time withered on the vine.

I am no longer driven by transportation

of my own. My judgment and reflexes

are a danger to vehicular and pedestrian

traffic alike.

I am no longer driven by hopes and

dreams for the future. I am relegated

to memories and dwindling abilities due

to advanced age and physical disabilities.

I am no longer driven by schedules

and time. Schedules are meant to be

kept responsibly, and time for me is

a dwindling commodity.

I am no longer driven by vanity.

The young, handsome and virile man

I once thought I was has long since

abandoned me.

I am no longer driven by security.

Frailty and irregularity leave me

vulnerable to innumerable man-made

atrocities and natural calamities.

I am, however, still driven by a touch

of insanity, realizing the craziness and

unpredictability of life have been an

integral part of me all along.

                    -30-

Chris Hanch 9-28-2021