Off the Wagon
I had a red wagon full
of lots of stuff
I pulled around and it was enough
for me to smile and tug along.
It was enough just to be
and more fun than a doll
you could only dress
or undress and set just so
but never go on walks with
and fill rocks with like
my red wagon.
Then, I got a tricycle
and forgot about my wagon
until I saw my little
brother sitting in it one day.
I thought about him in it
as I rode away.
Faster and faster and somehow
inside I knew my big girl bike
was more fun than
my brother's red wagon.
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