Last Breath Poem by Lamar Cole

Last Breath



He was very rich and he just had to have a self-driving car.
So he was going for a ride on a winding mountainous road.
When his self-driving car started going haywire.
There was nothing he could do to gain control of the car.
The car drove itself off the side of the mountain road.
He knew that he was going to die.
Taking his last breath.
He wished that he had bought an inexpensive car.
One in which he did his own driving.

Friday, March 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: car,people
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