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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
 
Then...
 
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
 
So...
 
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
Published | Edited 15th Nov 2020
Author's Note
In grade school I wrote a piece entitled the Lonely Tricycle. I stlll have that story.
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