An Old Woman of the Road
I sit here in my dreams
Of younger days, wheels turning,
Listening to the music of the road.
Mountain air, sea breezes
In motion, sweet caressing
Passing through my spokes
I have witnessed joys, and tumbles
Hot and sunny days without blemish
And cold unpleasant winter fare
‘Till on came Winnie a younger girl
All sleek and shiny
All slickness to the core
With disdainful looks I was banished
To the family holiday home, locked up in darkness
In a dank and musty garden shed
An occasional trip to Kilmuckrige or Fr Murphy
Home again my loneliness to contemplate
Time passed …. the word it finally came
Winnie having served her purpose
Moved on refurbished,
In the formula of x plus one,
And so, it goes on and on ….
Electric gears and fancy shifting
Just leaves me cold
A bike consists a frame two wheels some pedals
And lest anyone forget
A hankering for the road.
Tom Ryan
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