Old lady on a Honda.

Wherever life is taking us, take time to look around

To see the world outside of us and the marvels that abound 

Travel to lands both near and far, it won't matter how far you wander

You'll see nothing quite as wonderful as an old girl on a Honda

She smiled as she passed me on a street close to here

The one with the chippy and the shop that sells beer

A twin set and pearls she'd more obviously suit

But had opted instead for leathers and boots

She wove through the traffic all queued in a queue

Past drivers who sweated and turned the air blue

Whose frowns turned to grins as the old lady swept by

Blue tint in her hair and a glint in her eye

She pulled up to the pump on the garage forecourt

Filled up, grabbed a paper, paid for that which she'd bought

More lipstick applied and helmet in place

She started her engine, a grin on her face

A left and a right and a couple lefts more

And the little old lady drew up to her door

Then smiled, turned around and rode back down her street

She'd forgotten to buy her husbands best sweets

I say she'd forgotten, but I'm pretty sure

She just wanted a reason to ride there once more

She zigged and she zagged and she swept through the town

Taking her time and the scenic way round

His licorice purchased, she opened the packet

Popped a sweet in her mouth and the rest in her jacket

Then, once again, she rode her way back

To the house that she shared with her husband, Jack

I don't know that's his name, I'm guessing you see

But I wanted to name them for clarity

So, from my point of view, the old girl on her Honda

Is just going to have to be thought of as "Wanda"

The beauty of life, the drama of thunder

This world where we dwell is jam packed with wonder

I've been many places and lived many days

I've seen lives created and ebbing away

The flowers, the birds and the fish in the sea

All of Earth's wonders revealed to me 

But of all these great things I couldn't be fonder

Than of the little, old lady riding her Honda

J2H.