Auto Analysis

Another commuter poem.  Sometimes I wonder what the damage to the cars I see says about their drivers (and about different ways of going through life.)

            Auto Analysis

The cars bashed from behind

stopped too soon

or turned too timid

for those too quick

to follow

and those smashed from the side

refused to yield  

or even look,

their pride too much

 to swallow –

while the few hit head on

looked too far,

wrecking today

with their eyes fixed

upon tomorrow.