If I, as I drive the Caravan <br />with its nagging blister of rust <br />on the driver's side door <br />home from the office on the day <br />the odometer turns over 153351, <br /> <br />if I, with my wife at work <br />and my daughter away at college, <br />slip into the cassette player <br />the Johnny Mathis Greatest Hits <br />tape I have just bought <br />at a yard sale for a quarter, <br /> <br />and if hearing that voice, <br />its luscious rise and fall, <br />which my mother loved as much <br />as she loved her romance novels <br />from the lending library, <br /> <br />I sing along, the words <br />coming effortlessly, <br />to Wonderful, Wonderful <br />and am happy-happy!- <br /> <br />who shall say I am not <br />that mad poet of my youth?<br /><br />Eric Torgersen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chanson-am-ricaine/
