Destination

I look out a window
at the traffic below.
Where are they going
I don’t really know?
Each has a destination
that they want to get to;
Some it will be work
with a long drive ahead,
while others it will be home
so they can rest their head.
However, whatever destination
in which you have to go
drive carefully and remember
there are those out there
who don’t really care.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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