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
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top class lungelo..ones eyes moisten as it is the grand pa who is being described, and not an old bicycle.. ..regards.. a t p
all i can say is this poem is great, when one can able to pick up this little thigs which made our life so beautiful then true poetry happend...good work
another poem perfectly painted... thank you I really enjoy reading yours and visualise every line... you really are talented