April Poem #11


At first there was freedom
the speed and the wheel
coasting along giving thrill after thrill.

Now it owns me with its payments and gas
and I cannot stand it or it’s brothers I pass.

At first it was work
driving the chain
I felt no speed at all
I pedaled in vain
But now I can see
what I missed long before
I drop it I leave it
I park at the store
and walk right in and out.
I love the old girl.
Life is much better
when your legs give a whirl.

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