A Tank of Gas

Fifty dollars fills the tank
And the price keeps climbing.
You can count on that as much
As that I’ll keep on rhyming.

I will never understand
What determines prices.
Driving shouldn’t be the cause
Of people’s sacrifices.

Yet to many, buying gas
Costs more than they can spend;
And the high price at the pump
Seems like the going trend.

Way back in the olden days
A driver’s big expense
Was shelling out, per gallon,
Something close to fifty cents.

Years go by and prices jump
Yet I am still amazed
That fifty dollars for the tank
Will likely soon be raised!