Fast Lane Poem by Lamar Cole
Fast Lane
His wife called him an old fart.
But he would always be young at heart.
He would always shine bright and bold.
He didn't know the meaning of getting old.
He would always live life in the fast lane.
Because he was one hell of a man.
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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