I keep a penny,
on my seat as I drive,
just to make sure,
I was not penniless
even on an empty tank,
I would drive just before,
I would run out of gas,
and then fill the car up again,
I have not been down this road,
for sometime now,
but I think I know the way it goes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem