A park, a picnic, a merry summer scene.
Laughter and chatter bouncing along the green.
Family and folks; best friends and true loves.
Frisbees and footballs; bats and gloves.
Tots chasing anything the wind blows.
Corn on the cob and mashed potatoes.
Hotdog and hamburger on warm, toasted bun.
Icy sodas cooling the midday sun.
Ah, but Tom drives home alone.
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Driving Solo
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Ribbons and bows amidst fairy-tale flowers
Soon giving way to friendly rice showers.
Immaculate, spotless carpet of white.
Gown and train on bride radiantly bright.
Lips all aquiver as Daddy lifts the veil.
Golden rings, I do's and vows that can't fail.
At long last meet the new husband and wife.
Cake then champaign toasts a long, happy life.
Ah, but Tom drives home alone.
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One last painful push, a couple richly blessed
"Two become one" made manifest.
A doctor's slap, that beauteous cry.
Loving coo and soft lullaby.
Hugs and kisses and tears of joy.
Cigars that say, "It's a boy!"
Diaper, pacifier and crib.
Blanky sleepy, stroller and bib.
Ah, but Tom drives home alone.
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A long dark, somber casket.
Sympathy and good-will basket.
Stone cold corpse that evermore will lie.
Last, tearful and unheard, "Goodbye."
A hearst; a lonely final ride.
No friends among whom to hide
As this soul embarks on journey unknown.
Perhaps I am blessed to have known . . .
In the end, we all drive home alone.
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