Short Handlebar Poems

Never too old for good fun are we.
Like riding a bike! One doesn’t forget -
at least while we’re not out to pasture yet!
Ready, set, go! Keep it steady for me
up here on the handlebar. Give it your all!
(Whatever you do, dear, don’t let me fall).
Never too old for good fun are we.

Using picture #1 (Rhyme scheme: AbbaccA)
Oct. 14, 2019 for Joseph May's Make It Seven Poetry Contest...

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A winter day 
you came to school
red faced and crying
your curly hair all ablow
wringing your red red hands
late
rode your bike
tears and frostbite

Forbidden to talk I saw
 teacher
scold you in the hallway
while your eyes dripped
over the pain in your face
your hands bent as if they would
forever grip the handlebar

"Where is your mother" asked the teacher
"Where is your mother?"

tears
and frostbite....

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