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Lonely Tricycle

Sitting in corner
Of garage
Red paint peeling
From my frame
At least one or two
Broken spokes
Left back wheel
Nearly worn off
From the play
Of riding to and fro
Everywhere I would go
She would go too
Inseparable it seemed
No worries
We had each other
She and her ride, me


Strangely, a creature
Only had two tires
Not three like me
Appeared at
The garage door
Sinking inside
Frame of me
Realizing replacement
Was due in time
Did not think
Time was so near


Sitting in corner
Of garage
Am all alone
Red paint peeling
Days pass
Slowly, not fast
Like when
Riding to and fro
Discarded, like
Piece of junk
Fading colors
Of times gone by
Days become
Distant memories
In the frame of me
Written by elsiesan
Author's Note
In grade scool I wrote a piece entitled the Lonely Tricycle. I stlll have that story.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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