My Bicycle — My Companion
My bicycle,
My companion
Through high and low
Through rain and snow
When I needed to rest
It gave me a comfy seat
When I needed to keep moving
It was pedaled on repeat
It taught me to be steady
Cautious, balanced, and calm
To watch out and stop by
When hearing an alarm
It would lie by my side
On a green park side
It would carry my weight
Like shoulders of a mate
My dear bike was my joyful ride
Through paths narrow and wide
With you, on two wheels I could carry on
On my journey from the known to unknown
To whoever riding it now
May you feel freedom and be set free
May you choose the right path
From the moment you settled on it
This poem was written after my bike was stolen — a little token of remembrance for my old bike!
PariQuill © May 2023
