They drive their cars any which way,
Without a thought of others.
They go this way and that way
Without any indication to others.
What they don’t realise
Is that all cars have a secret device,
It is a stick on their steering column.
If they push it up or down
It sets lights flashing on the outside,
The outside of their car.
It is called an indicator
As it indicates which way,
Which way you are thinking of going.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 28th, 2023 01:10
- Comment from author about the poem: So many do not use their car indicators nowadays!!
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 12
- Users favorite of this poem: Bobby O
Comments6
Literal! It could easily metaphorically expand to comment on selfish uncaring or slipshod characters in our lives
Thank you Bobby. Yes we could all comment on those characters.
Andy
Dig !
Good write Gold. Ahh, they didn't think of that! Doh!
Thanks Orchi.
Andy
so true, my favourite pastime
used to be guessing, why
the car in front was slowing down
(to make a turn? without indicating
answer a call?
enjoy the roadside aesthetics?
and on...
a fun game, saved me from losing
my mind!)
lol
(oh and a great musical accompaniment choice
that playful, almost 'tongue n cheek'
tiptoeing fingers, tension music
resonates with your words light-hearted take)
Thank you Mek.
That music is amazing the way they played it.
Andy
I hadn't noticed, thanks for the heads up!
My pleasure cb.
Andy
I'll date myself now. I was quite young, but I remember a time when my dad would stick his arm out the window; left was arm straight out and right was arm bent at the elbow. I wonder how many people may have lost an appendage that way. Some folks just don't know how far we've come. Such a delightful read dear friend.
Thank you Bella, when I passed my driving test we had to use all those arm signals and they are still legal in the UK if ever your indicator system does not function.
Andy
A poem about indication, very unique and refreshing!
Thamk you rhmn_7.
Andy
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