For 30 years I drove to work,
On highways that I knew.
The early morning traffic
Was so light I almost flew.
I recognized the landmarks
That I passed each time I went,
A smooth commute to where I taught
My singular intent.
In the years since I retired,
I’d no need to take that route
‘Til today, when GPS said
That’s the way to go, no doubt.
So, to meet some friends we traveled
On the roads we were assigned,
Which were different from the old familiar
Ones I had in mind.
Change is bound to be expected;
Nothing simple gets to last.
Even roads and their surroundings
Differ from those in the past.
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