An Old Drivers Plea

Please let me keep me license, I’m only seventy one.
And standing in a bus queue, Aint my idea of fun.

Please let me keep my license I’ve just reached seventy two.
And I could catch pneumonia standing in the queue.

Please let me keep my license I’ve aged to seventy three.
I’m warmer in my own car you surely must agree.

Please let me keep my license I’ve now touched seventy four.
And shivering at a bus stop won’t help me live much more.

Please let me keep my license I’ve crawled to seventy five.
And freezing at a bus stop won’t keep me alive.

So pleased – I’ve kept my license No bus I have to take.
So there’ll be no funeral or singing at my wake

I hope
Not yet