This poem is called: "A Cheery Story"
The open road is calling
Potholes deep and dusty verges
Nighttime temperatures falling
As the path of two cars converges
Different drivers, both confused
One old, myopic, tired
Different mindsets, both abused
One young, celebratory, wired
Blinding lights from top of hill
Where, luck so bad, they meet
Each guilty of a single kill
Blood on the quiet street
RC 12-7-23
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