poem of the day May 28 

After putting

too much rubber 

on the road

for too many years

the tire was tired

finally forced to retire

Eventually the tire ended up

abandoned on the side of

an old falling down barn

with nothing to do

It all seemed so sad

so rudderless 

to be lost

without an axle

That was until the rain came

to fill what was left

of the old tire's tread

At once renewed 

with a full belly

the tired tire 

suddenly awoke to

a wonderful second life

as a mosquito pond