We’ve missed something, who missed the age,
When horse, or horse and carriage, were the rage.
Be he black or white or shades of beige
(This main convenience oe’r stone and sage)
He/she had a beating heart in their ribcage
(not merely wheels, gears, and occasional gauge)
True, driven or not they needed their oaty “wage”
And you arrived in town at a slower stage
But Wesley (and others) astride, read many a page.
Ah, We’ve missed something, who missed that age. -eab, 3/18/08
Written in Westfield, IN
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