Echoing footsteps, near Port Authority:
One bad decision enhanced by beer
Recalling the mishap in anteriority:
I needed a healthier dose of fear.
Clueless young wallet, easy prey
I bit at the apple of urban bait
I was her golden goose to waylay
All because Amtrak departed late.
What if the door had been locked in that hall?
What if the lady had used a knife?
I wish I could blame it on alcohol . . .
Thank God I escaped with my life.
BASED on a TRUE STORY !
PROMPT#2:
write a poem about your own road not taken –
about a choice of yours and what might have happened
CONNECT/HOOK 
Yikes… I’m not sure life is complete without a close call in New York City!
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Thanks for reading!
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You’re welcome!
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Ahh, Amtrak and being late. Still hasn’t changed. Glad it was a close call, and not something closer than close in the end.
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It could have ended very badly, yes.
Thanks for visiting Shuku.
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When you have a near miss like that, I guess the only thing left is to address it with this sort of wry humor. Very nicely done.
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Your readership is appreciated. Thank you.
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