Bike Poem by Sweet Carolina

Bike

I love you like the first time I fell off my bike. See, this bike was to big for me because it was believed I would grow into it. That's what mama said. See, sometimes I would go to fast and it seemed it wouldn't last and the handlebars would shake and wobble but I would just hold on tight. And somehow it would go steady. But it wasn't until the first time I fell off my bike that I realized how much I loved it and how I didn't respect it how I wasn't ready.