I once brought joy to a boy
Who never tired of using me,
He often guffawed
While we played endlessly.
And as we grew older
I’d adjust to his liking
Never knowing one day
He’d abandon all biking.
Said he wouldn’t be long,
Just a quick dip he’d take,
Down the stairs and around
To the nearby lake.
So as always I waited
For my master to return,
But years now have passed
And it’s his touch I yearn.
Now chained to this fence,
Unloved, rusty and rotten,
I live out my days
Hidden and forgotten.
October 9th, 2014 at 6:19 am
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October 9th, 2014 at 8:55 am
Thanks for the link. Hope it doesn’t cramp your toy box. 🙂
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May 20th, 2015 at 11:43 pm
This is beautiful. Love this!
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May 21st, 2015 at 12:05 am
Thank you Joel!
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May 21st, 2015 at 12:05 am
You’re welcome oscar.
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July 16th, 2015 at 3:39 pm
Now I’m all nostalgic and feeling sad – not just for the lost Master, but for a jolly bike. It’s great how you did that.
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July 16th, 2015 at 8:07 pm
Thank you. Every now and then I actually employ poetic measures.
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July 16th, 2015 at 3:55 pm
After reading this a second time ( I hope you are enjoying your vacation ) I had a crazy thought. The first verse made me think of a special toy I gained when puberty hit. The following verses seemed to be the stages men go through as they age. Sorry but I love that toy. Hugs
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July 16th, 2015 at 9:25 pm
Glad you had a good memory come
Out of this poem. 😄
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July 17th, 2015 at 10:45 am
Grand wordplay oh master wordsmith. The answer to the unasked question is oh most assuredly. Hugs
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July 16th, 2015 at 9:29 pm
Wonderful!
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July 16th, 2015 at 10:10 pm
Thank you Annie!
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July 16th, 2015 at 10:10 pm
❤️
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July 17th, 2015 at 6:50 pm
Very reminiscent (if that’s a word). Enjoyed this one too, keep it up
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July 17th, 2015 at 7:18 pm
Thank you!
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July 18th, 2015 at 6:10 am
That touched a piece of my heart. I never abandoned my own toy, I still have them in a box, although I don’t play with them anymore, it’s nice to know they’re in the storage and not thrown away.
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July 18th, 2015 at 8:11 am
Let’s hope that’s true with your first boyfriend. 😀
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July 19th, 2015 at 11:12 am
LOL. If I ever had one.
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July 19th, 2015 at 12:44 pm
Someday…
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July 21st, 2015 at 10:47 am
A very thought-provoking poem of our best friends and best days of our childhoods, often forgotten. What a perfect way to memorialize the all-too-soon depleted days of our youth. Thank you, a man I’m proud to call friend! Much love and many naked hugs, Oscar! 😉
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July 21st, 2015 at 11:09 am
Gracias Roger! This too was inspired by a great photographer I follow. Glad you enjoyed it. Mucho amor y Abrasos desnudos!
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