She must have thought that he was living in the past.
Because the store clerk smiled.
When he asked for a dollar worth of gas.
The gas was not going to take him far.
Even though he had a small car.
If with money he was going to be so tight.
He needed to start riding a bike.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.