He got a bike
For his twelfth birthday
He didn't think his parents
Knew it was too tall for him
He was the shortest in class
(Well, second to last)
And that powder-blue bike
Taunted his height
He and Emily were
Shortest in class
It drew them together
And they had a blast!
He grew faster
And could ride that powder-blue bike
Though it collected rust
More than he liked
For his fourteenth birthday
He accidentally hit a ditch
Popped the bike's tire
And stayed up all night because
Emily loved
The feel of the wind
Sitting on the back of his bike
To feel free deep within
For his eighteenth
The bike broke down
The last of it's life
Lived on the edge of town
With Emily in tow
And her eyes aglow
He asked her on a date
And her answer was 'no'
YOU ARE READING
A Life In Rust
Thơ caA collection of poems based around a reoccurring theme of rusted, old objects. I made these poems for my Creative Writing class in school
