The Confident Cyclist Poem by david e golledge

The confident cyclist holds his
handlebars with one hand.

Ambidextrous assuredness,
avoiding the potholes in the road
and his fellow voyagers.

His free hand assists
pumping pedal pegs.
Up
down
up
down,
his wheels spin round and
miles are gained with
thoughtless ease like years.

Not a new bicycle but old and weary,
the once loud shout of it's
shiny coat now muffled
with rust and grime.

The chinks in the chain
once blinding in
sunlight now lacklustre
and indifferent.

It's countless revolutions,
round and round,
round and round,
tick tock
tick
tock
the tedium of watching
the clock.

Tired tyres.
Losing their grip.


The confident cyclist
holds his bike with one hand
in much the same way
he does his life.