Upwardly Mobile


I remember that when I was younger
I had in my possession a toy “tractor”,
With two pedals (one to each side)
And I think it was blue with a little black seat.
I remember when it was wrapped
In a big black plastic bag
And dumped, shortly after my sister
Learned how to walk unassisted;
She may have tried to pedal it
And she may have fallen off.
Or worse.

But these days, well she knows
How to dress up sweetly for discos!
And I am learning how to drive
A dark blue car with three pedals,
Three mirrors, a hand brake and a gear-stick
(But with the same shaped steering wheel.)

At least I cannot fall off of it…

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