My Bike
By Karl P
Published 2 May 2019
The gentle tick of the spokes
The creak of gears
The ring of the bell
And the screech of the tire
As the bike comes near
The slick blue paint job
And the light on the handlebars
A mere flash as it speeds past
Any time you want to use it
No matter the time
It is always there
just waiting for the next ride