And the noise of background traffic

Is that a weak one at the roadside,
With a tyre to replace?
Will no amount of strength applied
Twist the lugs from place?

If weak fatigue could change a tyre,
Would the roadside then be bare?
Would a hopeless, breathless, despairing cry
Swap a tyre with its spare?

Was it a love, or a dream long-spun,
That died with this flattened wheel?
Does this selfish tyre know what it's done,
Does it think that hope can heal?

Are there strong and blessed ones,
To whom a tyre can give no tears?
Why for diseased or powerless ones
Is Despair around so near?

Greg Baker, 15.11.92

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