On a Bike

Among the many things that sit

Forgotten in our shed,

My son’s old bicycle called out,

Just messing with my head.

I finally decided that

The time had come to see

If it could be restored enough

To get some use from me.

I dusted off the cobwebs,

Scrubbed the frame but after that,

I noticed that the tires were

Unfortunately flat.

We tossed the bike into the car

And drove to get some air.

Back home, I hopped on for a ride,

Not thinking, do I dare?

With just one gear I pedaled on;

It made a clunky noise 

And even though I fell (just once!)

It brought back childhood joys.

I doubt I’ll use it very much

But when I can, I will,

As long as I don’t leave my street

And have to face a hill!