Won’t hinder my traveling

At my age in life…

God will come and get me

When it’s time

But til then my travels

Come out of my wallet…

I remember filling up

Our family convertible in ‘64

At $.25 cents a gallon…

I just filled up and said charge it

My dad always paid the bill…

Over the years Running out

Of gas was a monthly thing

As I hated using my coins

When I could buy something else…

So trying to get every drop out

Of the tank left me walking home

On many occasions…

Then in ‘’74 remember waiting in

Line for an hour or more as gas

Was limited…hubby watched

The kids and I waited for gas…

Today as gas prices have escalated

I find too many complain

As they sip on grande lattes

At Starbucks…do they ever calculate

The price per gallon…