His frozen statue echoed a timeless soul—
The old man sat upon his grassy knoll.
Second to the light I pulled a crisp five,
Resolute waving spurred the man alive;
Hobbling to my car—"God bless you, lady!"
The wrenched pit of stomach's eternal malady:
There but for grace go you or I;
The formidable, daunting question, why?
"God bless you, lady!" Inviolably caressed!
The light turned green, as I drove by him, blessed—
A brilliant, benevolent forget-me-not sky,
Humbled omnipotence and riding high,
With heart full throttle in my silvered toy,
Gliding down the road at just the speed of joy!
Flaming Parrot, First Kiss, Angelique,
Queen of the Congo—dramatically unique;
Ballade, Dreaming Maid, Queen of the Night,
Apricot Beauty—flagrantly upright;
Blushing Lady Tulip—in a blink of an eye
All converge in the timeless frozen die—
He pulled me over, politely, with ease,
"That's seventy-five dollars and two points, please!"