Who would have thought that
I would someday drive?
Did you think I would
while we were alive?
I would have guessed that
way up in heaven,
God might say, “Drive to
seven eleven.”
I’m driving today
with my lovely wife,
and we’re not even
in the afterlife.
It is strange, I know,
wonders never cease,
may my non-driving
routine rest in peace.
