MAPS
I wish there was a way of keeping maps up to date,
For trying to follow an old map can alter your fate,
A street dug up, then a new one made in a strange place
Can quickly put a frown on the most pleasant face.

The map say’s go straight across and the road is not there,
Just a dead end sign, it’s time to say a much needed prayer,
Surely there should be magic maps that change on their own
And so all the changed routes can be quite plainly shown.

Even when you buy new maps and start out on your trip
Dated only last year, soon your hair out you want to rip,
Or they just miss roads off because they are too small,
And that is the very street where you need to make your call.

One day I will invent a map that will never ever fail
My plan would be foolproof, faces would never pale
Thinking all was lost, on the dashboard the city would show
And you’d be a red bleep, directing you just where to go.

Can you imagine how rich I’d be if this came about,
No more quarrels in the car, no one need ever shout
“You have got us lost again, don’t you know where we are?”
How many marriages will be saved when not lost in the car.

M Ann Margetson February 7, 2002
2002/1851/maps/ life