My Chicago Bike Poem by Curtis Johnson

My Chicago Bike
By Curtis Johnson

There was once a Christmas past, that never seemed to last;
Just like everything else, that slowly came, and quickly passed.

I prayed and prayed, that I would be granted wheels that ran fast. I desired a bicycle, for fun and play, not to improve my work or daily task. But a bike for my great desire, never came to pass, not even for Christmas.

I grew up and moved on away from home, forgetting the wheels I wanted to own.

A licensed driver now, living in a much bigger town, of loud and massive sounds. It was there I bought a bike with money of my own;
Not for fun and play, but to go to work, and to get around
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