Pedals progress with good intentions,

A scene once devoid of blame.

Cars still pass, fast, unthinking--

No match for two wheels, a frame.

 

Painted white, with tires deflated,

It rests on the side of the road.

Its rider now missing, removed--

A young life taken and owed.

 

A habit is born of a stranger.

Soon color is beared by the white.

Special words for special occasions--

In the winter, merry and bright.

 

Its gears are worn, rusted.

Its body consumed by days.

Flaws covered by gifts received--

The price the stranger pays.