A Bike Memory

That pathetic cry, as that child fell.

Her knees cracked, she came tumbling down.

Oh what talent she resolved, she had none but lacked.

Now a sudden need to give up.

Can't she hold on to balance?

She growled, finding it more complex!

Pent up anger, one kick, two.

To this old rusty toy.

The clitter-clatter going in a pattern.

Sort of annoying,

What a rhythm it sounds!

Now you go back to the days,

And your tired of such a bike memory.

One as such it brings a bitter smile to mind..