Bike Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Bike
Two tires under me,
Sloshing through rained on mud.
The balance of it,
Reflected good,
Life as it should be.
But life as it should be,
Should never have a fall,
But in that fall you meet that wall,
That sudden expectation denied.
Two tires under me,
Sloshing through rained on mud.
I suddenly pull my bike high up.
I fall and then get up,
Completely covered in mud,
A lesson about life.
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