Flat Tire Observations
By M. E. Riddle
I cannot walk with sand in my shoe
Or appreciate love when feeling blue
I cannot dance when we’re apart
Or think clearly with pain in my heart.
A ribbon of headlights approach in the night
Yet no one stops to assist in my plight
You sit waiting for my car on the hill
Imagined rejection, a tough little pill.
A dead bee is waiting, tail in the air
Last act of defiance, someone will care
The one who stops to assist in bare feet
Will join me in pity, we’ll stand there and weep.
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