It is funny how time flies
Never in a straight line, lanes
Always with adjustment on mirrors
Like a leaner driver with L –signs plastered
Always too close, too far, too near, too wide
Three point turns, as never, as smooth, as mentioned
Parallel parking funny enough
Time is good at that, though that depends
Just so as not face the right side seems the buzz
On wrong roads missing no entry signs
Most a times reverse parking to correct close calls
As life's scratches on the bodywork becomes the norm
It is funny how time flies
Fast like a NASCAR driver
And always around in circles round
Round, round around we go
Burning rubber on round about
It is funny how time flies
Accommodating us with a philosophy of life
On the learner's curve, then to nostalgia after pass
It is funny how time flies never in a straight line
arrrrrrgh! to be honest, i prefer poems which have rhymes
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