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 ride it very much But when I can, I will, As long as I don’t leave my street And have to face a hill!