Christopher Aaron

OUTINFRONT

The road I scan with rear-view mirror
A lone wayfarer sneaks up behind
I’m there blocking his advance
My brake lights make him change his mind

In front, the others wait their turn
Humbled that they’re not in the lead
I wave “C’mon and pass me by”
My bud in back- he takes first seed!

“Why do they have to be in front?”
A bar ahead begins to fall
The train goes by, the bar lifts up
The others heed his beck and call        

We’re in a pack now, all together
My bud out front then rubs his eyes
Leading the pack he makes headway
Then red lights stop him by surprise

He just can’t seem to stretch the lead
I’m right in back but stay behind 
For fifty miles, the cars change seed
We reach the end at the selfsame time!

For drivers old and neophytes
Does ‘be out front’ mean show up first?
Be safe, take care, and don’t stress out 
You may not win… but you’re not the worst!

c aaron



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