“Good luck!”
he snorted
sarcastically.
“Pretty hopeless,
if you ask me.”
“Well,
you’re not alone
in feeling that way,”
I sighed.
“A lot of people
feel the same.
But nonetheless,
I must go on.
I can’t stop now --
I’ve come too far.”
“OK then,
here we are,”
he pulled to the curb
in front of
the red brick building.
“That’ll be
twelve-fifty . . .”
I handed him
his fare
and a generous tip
and waved as he drove away.
I tried not to think
that maybe he was right.