I Am A Wheel. Poem by Peter Vealey

I am a wheel.
Rolling down the road.
The obvious is out there.
For all to deny.
I am a wheel.
Long may you drive me.
Running away
On the cold light of day.
I am a wheel.
Hard down rubber and steel.
On roads that divide.
Can`t we confide?
The things that slide
Between the years,
Folded tears.
I am a wheel,
Cold iron on bridges,
Too far.
We cross rivers of borders,
And wars of endless scars.
I am a wheel,
But the road in my heart
Cries,
Stop the rain, stop the journey.
If I ever am
To be happy.
It has to be right here,
Right now.
I am a wheel,
(No more.)
Close down the long feted score.