Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

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.

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Robert Johnson March 30, 2023 at 5:40 PM We adapt one day at a time. As we can't help but wonder if it wasn't a crime. The changes in seasons, and sensibilities without reasons. Decades and centuries of ever changing sameness. It all began the day of our becameness.

Andrea Dietrich March 24, 2023 at 12:01 PM It makes me sad there won't be gas. The electric batteries are not what they seem. They will also endanger environment. It sounds like you had a great time back then

Daniel Turner March 23, 2023 at 9:37 AM When I think of the changes I have seen in my lifetime, I can't possibly imagine what it will be like in another 50 plus years. Thanks for making me feel older, Ilene. LOL