Poem

The Need for Freedom

I wish I had my dream car,
parked outside,
a 3000GT convertible,
too bad I couldn’t drive,

I’ve waited 15 years.
For this moment,
Push the clutch,
Change gears,
Just to hear those tires squeal.

Red in color,
Windows darkly tinted,
Light tan leather interior,
With a light brown top.

This machine is freedom,
Responsibility.
Sense and wisdom,
So no one winds up dead,

The car does not feel,
Or think,
Or feel,
It is under my control,
To make it do whatever I want.

My license comes soon,
I can hardly wait,
It will be so much fun,
And then I’ll just have to wait ‘till I graduate!

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