Music To My Ears

At the end of courtyard A rusted pink bicycle Lies lonely wearing patina of memories I can't bear separation from My adolescent mate Once decorated with red butterflies Is slowly losing the shimmers Webbed carrier for all my teenage precious possessions Holding all dandelions and golden rain tree blooms Ah!that ringing bell That I adored so very much Riding with flair through pebbled boulevard Up,down,up racing with wind Through the hilly tracks I rang and rang Even when none were in sight On silent summer afternoons Today I tried to press the bell The faint voice died in flick of time It brought back flood of memories To my arid heart's shores Still is music to my ears My bicycle's ding-ding 14/02/2019