The Exercise Bike
There it was at the door
the package ordered from the store.
I dragged it in and tore it open
the answer to my dreams once only hoping.
Piece by piece I took each out
assembly needed the ad failed to tout.
Determined and self assured
the instructions I procured.
Twenty, thirty minutes of time
and then i'd be set just fine.
Taped they were, each and every piece
and the packaging reluctant for release.
An hour plus later with anticipation
I still read the directions with hesitation.
One part appeared to be missing
calm I remained still persisting.
Mechanically challenged I suddenly felt
while upon the picture I still dwelt.
Success at last, two hours in
as I sat to admire my win.
There it stood, assembled in place
and I too tired to enter any race.
Perhaps tomorrow i said to myself
tossing clothes upon the bars like a shelf.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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