Look! How it leans against the wall! <br />Picking up dust, dropping down rust <br />It used to be his legs of steel <br />To school, to church, to his girl’s house <br />Through shine and rain <br />One day he came home looking sad <br />I noticed on his shirt was a stain of mud <br />Some grass on his shaved head <br />I was later made to understand <br />about his little accident <br />He had earlier hit a rock and fell! <br />That day, that whole night <br />The steel frame lay flat on the floor <br />Out the door <br />But at 5: 00 am the next morning <br />It was his noise that woke me up <br />Making shine the steel <br />And black the rubber <br />Ready to hit the road again! <br />Now it leans, all day, against the wall…<br /><br />LLM Mbatha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-bicycle/
