Watching bikes go, as one changed gear,
Standing agog, Yet not standing here.
I went back in time, back to the days,
When I rode one, while i caressed my hair.
Days were young, So were we,
Wheels? Two. Us? Too! Sometimes three.
Took us minutes to cover up miles,
Riding with sorrows, Riding with tee-hee.
Riding fast, even in the clumsiest of lanes,
Hands in the air, leaving the handle for the rains.
Bothering the streets, even at chilly midnights,
Roving like vagabonds, riding the citylights.
Now my mind, trying to catch a 22,
Choices have grown, the older we grew,
Even now, the pair, never goes out sight,
Ages me down, Living the golden days anew.