It supported all his family—his children and his wife.
But Hank decided he’d begin with something else this year,
Yes. Even at his age, he’d try and start a new career.
So Hank shed uniform and this he gladly traded for
A job a lot less boring than the one he’d had before.
Yes, Hank became a Taxi driver, certain he would find
His clients much more charming than were those he’d left behind.
His first day started naturally, with sunrise and a fare,
He wisely quizzed his passenger, then started things from there.
He carefully weaved through traffic, even whistled as he went,
Singing with the radio and feeling most content.
When suddenly a hand reached up and touched him on the arm,
His client had a question. Didn’t mean to cause him harm.
But Hank, he screamed and spun the wheel and barely missed a bus,
Scaring people on the sidewalk and then starting quite a fuss.
And when they stopped, Hank pushed his door and left it there, ajar.
For just a moment, both sat convalescing in the car,
And then a tiny voice spoke up from somewhere in the back.
“I only tapped your arm,” it said. “It wasn’t an attack.”
“I’m sorry if I startled you. I didn’t mean to scare.
I merely had a question.” Hank turned around right there.
“It wasn’t you, my friend,” Hank said. “I know I made things worse.
“But you simply have to understand, for years, I drove a hearse!”
New is good, you know, but when beginnings are discussed.
Remember, as you’re switching jobs, a memory’s a must.
Each month, Karen of Baking in a Tornado give her followers a chance to test their poetic skills before the world.
January's theme? Beginnings.
The New Job was my effort.
Now go and see that the others have created!