driver take me home

you don't enjoy
driving.
but you do it.
for work
for pleasure,
for convenience.
you are always
on the road.
fighting traffic,
gasing up,
getting oil
changed. you
are a reasonably
good driver,
rarely angry,
rarely honking
your horn
at others.
you use your blinker
religiously.
however
you'd love
to have a driver
pick you up
at your front door
and take you
where you want
or need to go.
never touching
the wheel again.
you could look out
your darkened windows
and sympathize
with those less
fortunate.
how sad it is
that you weren't
born rich,
or have come into
money by now.