Very seldom do I get to go to a salon
or even a spa.
I travel so many miles,
so very far.
You wash me and even rotate me,
every once and a while.
Seldom am I released from under the weight
of the full figured body that I tow.
You dress me up with fancy rims,
and fill me up when I get low.
If I get flat, I’ll be replaced,
so you can go.
You recycle me
when you don’t need me anymore
Then I become everything from a jungle gym
to a basement floor.
by Cookie Young 20014 - Submit your poetic bits and driving stories to us at info@Sysmoe.com