As far as my eye can wonder. The cars line up to the road. Convenience and leisure in the swiftness of the pump. With patience you demonstrate. You work. You wait on me.
Thank you Full Service Man.
In the blue of winter. In the sweat of summer. You are there. Active.
Thank you Full Service Man.
Confined to your holy Petrol Station in Classic America.
So much has changed.
Life is ever changing.
Change is constant. Whether or not I comply with its demands.
I am an old witness. Filled with stories. Worn out and tired.
I often complain. I yearn for a time I knew. A time I long for.
My generation sleeps.
Wondering patiently through time.
Wearing at the seams.
Where has the patience gone?
Where are we rushing to?
Where is the silence of silence?
Importance in the smallness of life brings fulfillment. Leisure.
I am sorry Full Service Man.
The royalty of pumping gas will be forgotten.
Respectfully,
American Zaide
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