My Old Bicyle

by

Wesley A. Storer

It was given to me by a friend
After somebvody stole my Univega
An old J.C. Penny one speed
One day on a long bike ride
Its rear tire slowly began to leak
Valiantly trying to forstall its defeat
I hid it down an old railroad grade
Thinking I'd forget its old shape
Laying there lonely and weared
But i found that I could not
For it had given me the sense
That it was trying to do its best
And that was the first time
I'd ever felt that noble sentiment
Sop on the third day I repined
And journied back to ease my mind
Sometimes it seems almost alive
Leaning there against my wall
Its crome shining in the light
I guess someone before me
Loved that old J.C. Penny bike.

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by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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