I was really frustrated about the last night's incident,
Dear brother, your helpless car stopped here to fuel the tank.
I understand you have to drive further.
But your wallet wasn't sound as same as my poor pocket.
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Excellent use of metaphor. Two lonely souls meet by chance and find they have something in common. A strong message. Very meaningful. Kind regards, Sandra
The only reason for having money is to be in a position to share it with those without. I can understand your frustration when you were unable to help a soul in need. You have a knack of expanding a single incident and turn it into a lesson about justice and fair play, not to mention the cost of fuel. Wonderful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥