Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
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They come out of nowhere, roar past and disappear into the distance, like four wheeled Hell's Angels, Schumachering themselves on to some blank page of invisible history. We've all seen them, heard them, felt them passing and probably wonder where the motivation comes from. Maybe they just enjoy what they do.
As the great American poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox who died in 1919, said:
"Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone."
Little Boy Racer!
Speedy young racer boy, locked in your dream,
Embracing your dream
Defacing your dream
You drive like a lunatic letting off steam
Repeating your dream
Defeating your dream
You speed up and down full of devil may care,
You watch for the law but you really don't care,
And oh for the pretty girl prizing your scheme,
Little boy racer, it's not what it seems.
Speedy young racer boy rushing nowhere,
Off driving nowhere,
Arriving nowhere,
At the end of the road nobody is there,
The glory's nowhere,
The story's nowhere,
The dream you are chasing is not what it seems,
She's back there waiting, that girl of your dreams,
Say your goodbyes to the road to nowhere.
Ah! little boy racer. She's there. Take care!
© Ronnie McGinn
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