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The Taxi Driver

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The Taxi Driver
He's no stranger to us, we see
Him at... a distance.
His cab is painted black like soot;
I couldn't really make out much else.
I could make out his face: bones
And sometimes skin. People have
Different tastes on his beauty.
His personality - not as pleasant.
We see him on the news everyday:
Picking up hundreds, thousands,
Old, young, poor, rich, everything.
I remember years ago he drove granddad
Away.
I'm surprised he didn't complain -
Granddad always fights with
Taxi Drivers.

But that day he was smiling.
I can't muster even half of
That peaceful smile.

Whenever I see that cab,
My heart starts to shake.
I think of what will happen
When I finally get in
That cab.
Usually I chide myself
For my incessant worries,
All the while gripping
My cold, sweaty palms.

Suddenly my phone buzzes.
It's a message from Father.
"Are you still scared of my
Taxi Driver?"
I picture Him with the
Same peaceful smile
Of my granddad.
"He's really not that bad,"
His message continues.
"A little rough, perhaps;
Not much for conversation.
But he will get you home,
Quickly and Safely.
I'll make sure to wait
For you,
And anyway,
I have already paid him."

I stow away my phone.
I sigh with nothing
But amusement and peace.
I still don't like the sight
Of the Taxi Driver.
But at least I know
He answers to Father.

So next time I'm afraid,
I'll just remember to give Him a call

And remember He went ahead of us,
For us.
Happy Easter, everyone! This week, on "Oh Yeah, I forgot Deb wrote pretentious poems"! :D

In all seriousness, this one was an...interesting one to write. I got the idea during my Literature class recently, when we had to study the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. As we talked about how weirdly it portrays the idea of death as something rather serene and welcoming, I thought to myself I should write about how I viewed death, with my religious lenses and all. So I did, and I barfed out this, and didn't really think too much of it...at the time.

As I looked at it a second time, I realized with some irony that it kind of reflected a lot of what Easter is about. I mean, you should already know this poem is basically about death, but I realized I wrote this piece with a very clear sense of hope in the second half... and I think it should be obvious what I'm trying to say about that hope xD

I know with most of my blatantly-Christian-related pieces I usually go into a huge explanation about what exactly I'm trying to say, but I think this time, I'll just let what I already wrote speak for itself ^^ I hope you enjoy it.

...well okay there is one thing that was always in my mind as I wrote this.

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." -Psalm 23:4
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Funny thing, I just recently watched a Ghost Stories episode that had a ghost taxi driver. But it was a beautiful poem - "I already paid him" was a great line!