My old bicycle still stands leaning
on the crumbling wall
of the old garden shed
of my childhood home,
much like my childhood long lost.
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My old bicycle still stands leaning
on the crumbling wall
of the old garden shed
of my childhood home,
much like my childhood long lost.
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a sad but nostalgic tribute to your old two-wheeled friend —
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Thank you, John! Childhood like old bicycles, is right there out of sight. We just never let it out of the shed.
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Thanks, Pete! My father gave mine up too, but in my momories, it is still there with my childhood, waiting for me to return. One day, my daughter will take my place and the ‘cycle’ shall go on. :)
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Very poignant, Shaily. I gave mine away when I moved out of London.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks, Pete! My father gave mine up too, but in my momories, it is still there with my childhood, waiting for me to return. One day, my daughter will take my place and the ‘cycle’ shall go on. 🙂
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