The Passageway of Wheels
Wheels could eat up the miles from you to me,
Digest them, and they'd disappear.
That's how they're turned into energy,
Though gasoline price interfere.
When all the miles are no more in the way,
How the hours we'll gobble and chew.
Hours have limits, but maybe someday,
Wheels will eat them up from me to you.
©07/15/2011 Carol Morfitt