Bike

First freedom.
It's a boy.
He's got big wide ears.
This is no Toy!

A seat for two.
Comfort for one.
Pedals so hard.
Coasting is fun.

You work so hard.
A hill just to climb.
No chance for straight.
Zig Zag takes time.

Chain always clanking.
Seat slipping down.
He turns like a rabbit.
And falls like a clown.

Load him up.
His spokes rebel.
Starts to wobble.
Warning you well.

Dont dump me.
The rocks my chrome consume.
I'll splinter your hands.
No time so soon.

We travelled together.
The steets we sailed..
Through the woods.
My bike never failed.

Chains jumped their sprocket.
Handle bars slip.
Seat always dropping.
Me loosing my grip.

Soon that joy was to pass.
Another Toy would I like.
Still riding around in my memories.
Oh, How I loved my first bike.