Finding good in bad times.
A true story from when I lived ten miles north of New York City. True except the “gaped at me like codfish” part: they were more sluggish and unresponsive than agape, but I couldn’t get that to fit my meter and rhyme scheme.
Twenty years ago today I caused my only wreck. Upon the other car I left a paint-scratch, just a speck. But my car’s skin was less well made: It buckled when I shook it; So in the morn on quote parade To body shops I took it. Mechanics that I met that day were acting rather oddish, And when I asked them simple things they gaped at me like codfish. I had no clue just why this was until that afternoon Our neighbor shared a thing the outer world had learned more soon. It seemed a couple planes had smashed A pair of towers tall; Some hijackers the planes had crashed And made the towers fall. Despite the pain that started then, one jewel in it I find: My once-antagonistic neighbor on that day was kind.
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