Driven To The Brink
Of Public Transportation

I long took for granted the purr of the metal
The feel of the power when foot hits the peddle
When it came to car driving there ne'er seemed a puzzle
No worry 'bout meeting the cost of the guzzle.

Two dollars a gallon, I thought kind of steep
But I grimaced and paid it with nary a peep
At two bucks I figured this charge was a goring
Though one I could shrug off and keep on ignoring.

When three dollar pricing made feeding my car
Exceed driving overhead past cost by far
I started to feel both for business and pleasure
My four wheel road home was less of a treasure.

As it creeps toward four dollars I've now started thinking
That fill ups are why my lifestyle keeps on shrinking
Could it be? Might I soon face that awful resort
A subway, a bus, other public transport?

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