A Tale of Two Tales

Santa was good to me when six years old Several presents for me, blessed was I Bike under tree and I had never rode Learned to ride that day, felt that I could fly Then again when I was fourty-seven Received bicycle as a Christmas gift On that bike could fly like wind_ enliven On it once more downhill moved so swift Then there was slight accident on that bike Pain and agony ended up being end Surgery for injured back was my plight Never road that bike again; there's more, friend Three bikes in life, I've been blessed to posses I've told two tales; one more poem due, I guess. Sponsor: Gwendolen R Contest: My Bicycle