The little girl, walks out, valiant in her bliss;
Into the path of the oncoming black four by four.
She appears smaller still in the car mirror's sheen,
(Seems unreal)
As I open the car door, I catch myself
In the other mirror, begging myself
"What do I do?"
Silence.
After the tires banshee screech stop,
(Impact)
Angles corrected, back to full size,
In the reflected reality of the eyes.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
RandomI'm forty two and in danger of falling through the cracks of mediocrity; also known as a midlife crisis. I don't drive, so I can't buy a fancy car to fix it. I love my wife, so I can't have an affair with another woman. This book is part of my attem...
