They lay there still and lifeless <br />As I look out of the patio door. <br /> <br />Metal rusted to a bright sunlight orange, <br />The rain battering away the red <br />Into the past. <br /> <br />Gears and pedals as stiff as a man <br />Awoken from a coma, <br />Chains and shafts rusted dark brown. <br /> <br />Mudflaps dirty and brown, mossy green <br />In some parts, <br />Can't remember where one of them is gone. <br /> <br />Seats worn rusty and purple, puddles formed, <br />Seemed a bit like a basin <br />Until I shook them around and about. <br /> <br />Wheels pumped up once in a blue moon, <br />When not, they ain't round. <br />Still running though, smooth as a baby's bottom. <br /> <br />When I see the steering wheels, they're jet black. <br />When I touch them, my hands are jet black. <br />The dirt and grease mechanics know all about. <br /> <br />My brother and I would go to the peak of the lane <br />And fly down, wind puffing in our faces, <br />Wild and free, but now, They're waiting to be sold on, <br />The two go-karts out back.<br /><br />A.J. Ryan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-go-karts-out-back/
