An Old Bicycle

Look! How it leans against the wall! Picking up dust, dropping down rust It used to be his legs of steel To school, to church, to his girl’s house Through shine and rain One day he came home looking sad I noticed on his shirt was a stain of mud Some grass on his shaved head I was later made to understand about his little accident He had earlier hit a rock and fell! That day, that whole night The steel frame lay flat on the floor Out the door But at 5: 00 am the next morning It was his noise that woke me up Making shine the steel And black the rubber Ready to hit the road again! Now it leans, all day, against the wall…