HAZZARD ON THE STREET

HAZARD ON THE STREET Lady really shouldn’t drive, that old person, hair so white. She doesn’t know what to do, such a sad … pathetic sight! Car horns blowing behind her, she hears a man rant and rave. “You shouldn’t be out driving, you’ve got one foot … in the grave!” I see why she’s annoying, she seemed dangerous, too. Wonder, does she live alone? Does she have a me … or you? Perhaps doesn’t have a choice, when to doctor she must go. Before you condemn this old soul, think of elderly … you know. Glance her way just once again, put yourself in her sad seat. One day we too may become an old Hazard … on the Street! March 2003