Bicycle

Well, my old friend, we have been many miles together,

Over rough roads and smooth,

Up hills and down in the dales

With other friends and alone.

You have been renewed and gone with me over more roads.

Let others have their 10 speeds and hand brakes.

You and I had all we needed.

We don’t travel the roads any more.

Neither of us can.

You are being repurposed to remain with me a while longer.

Your front basket will be fixed.

The back baskets will be added back.

They will hold beautiful plants.

I will come sit beside you and remember.

bike in tree 1

Live friendly.

 

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