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?