Pimp Your Ride
whether a dog
cargo three
wheeler or
a simple get
me around
if needed
feed it
my brother
in law
after having
double knee
surgery refused
to be put
down
customized
four tires over
sized for out
side and in
back had on
added
holders
the left
held his
fishing rod
the right
held his
shot gun
up front
two beverage
holders both
for beer
but now
as i get
older
i
hear my
knees crack
feel my feet
ache and my
back bends
primately
forward
what
to look
forward to
envisioning
what my ride
might
be
i
see
epiphany
taking my
ride out for
an aboriginal
vision walk about
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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