Now that I the Future see,
taking Stock of What ails Me.
Searched for Something to Compare,
chose a Tire filled with Air.
Trying hard to Cast my Luck,
being Vain as any Buck,
Wimpy tires Want to Shun,
I Select a Big Truck One.
Once brand New with Lots of Tread,
fearless Of what’s up Ahead.
Grip the Roads in weather Bad,
lesser Now but Just a Tad.
Miles pile Up and Fast at That,
though Can fix When even Flat.
Limp along – Stretch out some More,
even Though know What’s in Store.
Now the Tread is Almost Bald,
Golden Miles is what It’s Called.
Hope when Reach that Final Bump,
Eco Friendly – Not the Dump.