Pressure
The icon on the dashboard lit up,
Giving us the sign
That pressure in the tires
Was a little out of line.
We checked them all; they looked okay
But somehow, knowing that
A problem had been noted made me
Worry 'bout a flat.
A tire center added air;
The icon disappeared.
We didn't have the situation
I'd, for nothing, feared.
The cars today are very smart
But what they do not know
Is the way my pressure rises
When the tire pressure's low.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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