On this very morning
I can justify being late
I was locked in traffic
And I couldn't find any holes
I was smiling at the car right next to me
We understood each others pain
But neither of us were moving
On this very morning
I was drinking coffee
With the shine of a million red lights
And the sound of a thousand horns
On this very morning
I understood why I was single
As I looked in the car in front of me
The argument was intense
On this very morning
I was late
I'm sorry
Good-bye
Very funny one. I think it's a nice visual of you smiling at the car next to you. I like that. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate......cute poem.