People killed by motorcars don’t count
Three times fifty thousand just last year
Covid’s  killed 1/6 of that they hint
Whose ghosts will gather round the kitchen fire

Here’s a man who drove when almost blind
He  crashed into the chidren leaving school
Here’s a lawless lady who can’t find
The brake, the map, the  light,  the book of rules

We can’t fly to  to to Chile,Singapore
We’ll have to drive to Devon in our cars
We  may have an accident at home
Or get so drunk we fall and see the stars

It seems we  have forgotten we’re like flowers
A moment’s beauty , then the  heavy showers






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