The Bike
Wheels turn quickly
on each spoke
making weeds get
stuck and choke.
Old bike works
like new bike should
Ride down streets
and in the wood.
Kids go fast
Mom goes slow
afraid a tire
might just blow.
Dad, he laughs
at mommy’s fear
But he won’t ride
why, isn’t clear.
We still can’t see
why the bike
is not the toy
that father’s like.
Pedal fast
until you glide
always try to
enjoy your ride.
©2020 CBialczak
For: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/02/24/what-do-you-see-18-february-24-2020/
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You bring back memories for me of when my dad used to take us kids on bike rides — in the dark! A night time city is so different than in the day. Taking my own kids riding (in the day) was always a joy. Thanks for this fun poem.
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I loved riding bikes when I was younger. Now it’s just difficult and painful! Hahaha! Where I live now, there are too many hills to even think biking would be fun.
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It would be more challenging for sure. You know they have bikes now with motor backup 🙂
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Haha! A few years ago my late husband and I went on a cruise. We were at port in Mexico. We went to rent scooters. By rent scooters I meant he drives, I ride. Well, long story short, I ended up in a ravine, cuts all over, luckily not having to pay anything for damages to the scooter and finally on the back of Bob’s having an enjoyable ride!
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Quite a vaca adventure!
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I really enjoyed this!
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Always enjoy your ride!
Good one Christine.
Thanks for participating in the Prompt.
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