Cars speed by as I sit,
waiting for the light to change.
I’m in my new-to-me car.
I remember the first car I bought
fifty-six years ago.
I didn’t have a license, didn’t
even know how to drive.
What I did know was
it was sweltering hot in Alabama
and I was tired of waiting.
My husband was out of town
and the bikes we had been riding
for two years were parked outside.
To this day, how I got that loan
and that car remains a mystery,
but by the time he got home
we had a car.
The light changes,
but I haven’t changed much.
Great ending, Joan.
I love this!