Love to Drive (Original Poetry)
Living, breathing, squeezing the juice out of life is all I can think of when faced with the illusion of death. He was kind gentle humble but then he left quickly out of the blue without noise leaving us wondering why rose petals grow. Tender his voice when telling jokes laughing wholeheartedly sharing his smile with all of us folks. An innocent soul inspiring us all while passing swiftly through this world. A great teacher I would recall nudging me to aspire for more. Release the brakes, learn to switch between fast and slow, a mind so sharp can ignite the core. Driving through life should follow a flow that runs through your veins bypassing the ego. Don’t be shy spin the wheels empty the battery and explore the wind. It was a great race I could hear him shout from across the street leaning on his car window excited, totally pleased. One day I’ll join you for another spin Mr. V. until then, rest in peace. 💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎 **In loving memory of Mr. V.❤️, who taught me to drive.** Creative art: AI-generated image by Daniela S. via Midjourney https://www.midjourney.com/ Originally published on the Hive blockchain at @KriszRokk. https://hive.blog/hive-161465/@kriszrokk/love-to-drive-original-poetry
2 comments
That was a very nice poem to read.
Thank you.