My First Bicycle

Long ago when I was a child,

I learnt cycling with the help of my Dad..

We got a second hand cycle to learn,

I began by skidding and falling at every turn..

This way and that it turned and skid,

Never going straight no matter what I did..

Slowly and steadily I learnt to balance,

With dad's encouragement, I gained confidence..

As days passed I rode really well,

Rushing through the lanes ringing my bell..

Every evening when I was done cycling,

I would patiently sit and deal with its cleaning...

I ensured it was clean and shining,

The brakes and chain needed regular oiling...

Years later as I grew tall and strong,

I realised the bicycle wouldn't hold my weight for long...

So I tearfully bade it goodbye,

And gave it to another deserving child..

Have a load of memories of cycling around,

At times down the hills and at times on the playground...

I did get a new bicycle soon,

Which had stickers of stars and moon...

Yet I still remember my old bicycle,

Every time I think of it my heart cringes a little...