Old Tires Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Update your riding,
On old tires.
That bumpy road for you,
Can get smoother.
It's up to you...to do.

Update that treading to regret,
What has long been expired.
But still leaves you upset.
Although improvements made,
You wish to do and get.

People take the same steps,
To dread everyday.
Listening to complaints from others,
Shared to convey...
With their druthers that can smother.

People make the same moves,
Knocked about the rocks.
Even though they see them dropping,
They refuse to stop them...
In their minds to block.

Update,
Your riding on old tires.
Replace them to refresh,
Your insight and perspective.
Update,
Your riding on old tires.
Replace them to refresh,
Your insight and prespective.
You neglect.

Update,
Your riding on old tires.
Update,
What long has been expired.

Old this.
And old that.
Left to leave to block your path.

Update,
Your riding on old tires.
Replace them to refresh,
Your insight and perspective.
Update,
Your riding on old tires.

Old this.
And old that.
Left to leave to block your path.
Update,
Your riding on old tires.