Bike

Two tires under me,
Sloshing through rained on mud.
The balance of it,
Reflected good,
Life as it should be.
But life as it should be,
Should never have a fall,
But in that fall you meet that wall,
That sudden expectation denied.
Two tires under me,
Sloshing through rained on mud.
I suddenly pull my bike high up.
I fall and then get up,
Completely covered in mud,
A lesson about life.

by Vera Sidhwa

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