Met an Old Friend – not Seen in a While,
looked Kind of the Same – even his Smile.
The Changes in him Seemed rather Dire,
reminded me Some of a Traveled Car Tire.

The Time that Elapsed – about Fifty Years,
with Plenty of Memories and Numerous Beers.
His shape was the Same – His tread rather Bald.
that Showed all the Mileage his Chassis has Hauled.

I’m Sure that my Tires looked Traveled to Him,
and Tread that Remained looked Tired and Grim.
Though different from His – I guess my Bad Luck,
my Size has now Grown from Car to a Truck.

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