I'd never ridden a motor bike,
So, I thought I'd have ago.
I was nearly reaching 93,
I thought, blow it,
I'll just try, you know.
So off I went,
zooming down the road,
then an angel passed me by.
she grabbed me off my bike,
and we both started to fly.
I asked her, 'where we were going.'
She said. 'You're coming with me, '
You didn't see that truck, did you?
Then she took me to heaven for tea.
She said, 'You're staying with us now,
your time on earth is done! '
So, there are no more riding bikes for you,
You're riding days have gone.
Picture is drawn by Susan Wagg.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem