Narrow streets but join the roads

I was really frustrated about the last night's incident,
Dear brother, your helpless car stopped here to fuel the tank.
I understand you have to drive further.
But your wallet wasn't sound as same as my poor pocket.
The two dollar shinning bill which I gave to you is not enough
And the journey is far and rough.
Let the day comes the Automobiles could run with water.
But the water too expensive nowadays.
We are narrow streets chum!
But some day join the roads.
I wish you good luck Comrade
And let the free polluted air turns into fuel on your pleasant way.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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