Poetic Verses
Lucky in Style
What could have been a tragedy
is now a memory of the past.
I started to cross the street,
a car coming at me fast.
My life flashed before me,
the wind blew through my hair.
What seemed like slow motion
sent me flying in the air.
Somehow I was barely touched
before I found myself roadside.
I think I flew across the street
when I wasn't asking for a ride.
My baggy pants like a parachute,
up in the air my 80's do.
I stood shaking in a puddle
lucky that I made it through.
I stuttered on my way home
and changed and went to bed.
My mind could see the colors
of the stars around my head.
is now a memory of the past.
I started to cross the street,
a car coming at me fast.
My life flashed before me,
the wind blew through my hair.
What seemed like slow motion
sent me flying in the air.
Somehow I was barely touched
before I found myself roadside.
I think I flew across the street
when I wasn't asking for a ride.
My baggy pants like a parachute,
up in the air my 80's do.
I stood shaking in a puddle
lucky that I made it through.
I stuttered on my way home
and changed and went to bed.
My mind could see the colors
of the stars around my head.
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Lucky in Style
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