♻ detrimental drivers♻

Recycling trouble from the past in hopes you'll make time go fast for your slow hourglass.
Sieve the sand, gravitate towards the foundation of this element that we no longer have to succumb to less than we know woe would never settle for.

Take a gravel road, 
pave the ground, it won't be so bumpy now.

We tossed the nails to the side, where tires deflate and worries strike,
just don't forget the part where you drive.
A rock or two will make you swerve, but ruthless words will be there to serve.

Gas is abundant, my tank overflowing with fuel steady waiting to be levied.

The price goes up but our drive runs slow.

Reviews

[Emily]

Very nice poem!!
Keep it up!!

[idiotproof--1]

This is a great poem. I really enjoyed reading it. I love the imagery thank you for sharing.

[Insight "MH"]

The poem is lovely, but my favourite is this line:

"We tossed the nails to the side, where tires deflate and worries strike"

[Nicole Schuster]

Beautiful imagery and use of inanimate objects to convey a creative and real message. a great read. :)

[JOHNNY MARQUEZ]

Your poems read like music to me. Keep it up. I enjoy your work.