Superwoman returns!

I was beginning to wonder
if all humanity had been lost,
when lo and behold,
something so beautiful
came across my path today.

A young boy at the stoplight,
looking confused,
trying to cross an intersection,
and I'm wondering,
oh my god where's his mother?
before I can get there,
Superwoman arrives!
Only she's pushing sixty,
and has flowing grey hair.

She squeals the brakes,
smoke comin' off the tires,
she runs across the intersection,
concern her only emotion.

She grabs his hand,
and like a good samaritan,
helps him across the street.
I roll down the window,
a big grin on my face,
as I listen to her fussing,
giving him an earful.
And the one thing that struck
me the most,
was the look of gratitude on his
sweet freckled little face.

So there you have it people,
all hope isn't really lost!
there are people left out there
who actually *do* give a shit!
and I've redefined Superwoman:
People she has a new look.
She's sixty, with grey hair,
driving a four door coupe!
(minus the cape mind you, and
the bad ass boots! )