A POEM - IT WASN'T MUCH BUT IT WAS SOMETHING

IT WASN’T MUCH BUT IT WAS SOMETHING
There was this one spot
I waited for five hours
and only got a few laughs
and a few thumbs ups.
Those always pissed me off,
getting those thumbs ups.
Finally this guy pulled over
and rolled down the window.
“where ya headed, mate?” he asked me.
“as far north as you can take me,” I said.
“well, I’m just going a k up the road,
but I’ll take you that far.”
I gave it some thought.
That would be just over half a mile
in five hours.
And I had a whole, entire continent
to cover,
maybe four or five thousand kilometers.
The guy squinted his eyes and said,
“it ain’t much, but it’s something.”
That was true.
It wasn’t much, but it was something.