The Last Ride Poem by Paul Klobusicky
The Last Ride
The Last Ride
The day has come
Let’s not play dumb
No one escapes
Not even the apes
As the door closes shut
Am I in a hut?
The engine starts
As the car darts
To the front
I won’t be driving
I won’t be riding shotgun
This isn’t much fun
The flag is draped
Like grapes
Over a vine
Buddy can you spare a dime
I must concede
It’s my time
Now it’s time
To take the last ride
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