To A Courteous Driver
I’ll never call you stranger, Sir;
You made my day all right
When I tried to turn on the slippery street
Before the changing light.
You knew you had the right of way,
But you smiled and let me by.
You must have thought, ”Foolish woman.”
I thought, “What a nice guy.”
How many that we meet each day
Care if we live or die?
But you reminded me that some do care
When you smiled and let me by.
You were, indeed, a friend to me
In that moment of kindly courtesy.
©2010 Carol Morfitt