Curtisj Johnson


My Chicago Bike - Poem by Curtisj 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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Topic(s) of this poem: chicago, christmas, work


Poet's Notes about The Poem

It was years before I realized that my prayer for a bike was really answered; Not when and how I wanted, but answered non the less.

Comments about My Chicago Bike by Curtisj Johnson

  • (10/29/2015 6:48:00 PM)


    good CJ (but leave the final s off 'sounds', or even try leaving off the first s and leaving the last on to give an impression of dogs.) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015



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