The Drive

 I drive in every morning

When this or that job failed, a new degree, or a new job at the end of Route 66

I drive in to work

Lake Michigan runs along side and never changes, but looks different each day

I drive in to work

So many people have come and gone, when I left for my wedding, and my friends showered me for John's birth

And I drive in to work

And now John graduates high school and will soon be driving in with me