I wrote this poem in 1980 when one of my daughters got her drivers license. I thought it was funny, but I'm not too sure she did.

When my daughter got her license,
I was happy as could be,
For now she could transport herself,
And not depend on me.

She drove to games and meetings,
While I stayed home to rest.
I smiled and thought how nice it was
That she had passed her test.

But a pattern was soon emerging,
Much to my chagrin.
The car was always out of gas,
Each time that I got in.

We had a frank discussion,
At which I aired my plight.
She promised she would share the cost,
And asked for the car that night.

The next day as I left for work,
I found upon the seat,
A note with currency attached,
And here's what I did read.

I took my friends out shopping
To a mall twenty miles away.
And then we stopped to have a snack
At a restaurant out by the bay.

We got back to the city,
In time to take in a show,
And when the movie was over,
I drove everyone home.

I want to keep my promise,
Of sharing the cost right away.
So here, Mom, is a dollar
For the gas I used today.

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