A Car Goes By Poem by Jeff Rushton

Sitting in the drivers side is one singing, enjoying life.
A car goes by.
This one a parent, deaf to current peers, children screaming, yelling, hoping for a jeer.
A car goes by.
A business suit so nice, yet his hand grasps his mind looking for a peaceful place to hide.
A car goes by.
The youth love to drive, they don't see the accidents, the cautions, the signs, they speed on with nothing, but everything on their mind.
A car goes by.
Tinted windows, mirroring the outer scene, the only sign of life is a motion and the path steering.
A car goes by.
One dirty, one clean, no difference, just the appearance of the residue from paths unseen.
A car goes by.
The driver’s eyes just rise over the horizon of the dash, they watch and peer to see everything in their years.
A car goes by.
Each driver teaches a lesson or a parable as they drive.
In the mall, in a hall, sitting at your desk, or exercising with all.
A 'car' goes by.