Self-Service

My father lent his car to me, My driving skills brand-new, To take a weekend trip with friends, Which I was shocked he’d do. We went upstate and stopped for gas Where we were most surprised To find the pumps for serve-yourself Were cleverly devised. We laughed and posed for pictures At this novel fill-up way. Though that was fifty years ago, I thought of it today. At Michael’s crafting store, with not A cashier to be found, I used the self-check kiosks, Noting how things come around. What once was such a novelty’s Become the way things are. In future years, there also won’t be Gas for any car.