Where Are the Snow Tires of Yesteryear?

When I was one and twenty

Changing tires was a cinch.

All it took was muscle,

A car jack, and a wrench.

Now I’m one and seventy

And my face is turning blue:

The lugs won’t budge;

The jack fights back.

Defied by every screw,

The only thing that turns with ease

Is the air. It’s azure too.

Thomas Gonzalez,
Vankleek Hill