My Bike is Broken


I’m trying with pliers, the nut just won’t turn

My face is all red and I’m starting to burn

I’ve been here for hours and still I’m not done

My sister’s rode off and is having more fun


The chain on my bike has come off and got stuck

I thought I could fix it, I fixed my toy truck

I’ve tried and I’ve tried but so far I’ve failed

I want to go riding out on the bush trails


My tired and sore fingers are now covered in grime

There’s grease on my face and my clothes are not fine

I just feel like crying and I’m feeling so sad

When all hope is lost, it is then I see Dad


He gives me a smile as he looks at the mess

He says “do you need a hand”, I nod a sad yes

He sees at a glance, what’s wrong with the chain

He’s back with spanner, I’ll ride soon again


He talks in a quiet voice, he guides my small hands

The nut is now loosened, he tells me his plans

He teaches me how to, I listen and learn

In no time it’s ready, up the trail I will burn


He helps me to clean up, with love and with care

My world that was broken is now all repaired 

Remember your helmet, be safe and have fun

He says as I leave, to go out in the sun



Now I’m a father, and I have a son

My Dad is much older, I do as he’s done

I speak in a quiet voice, I guide the small hands

I teach my son how to, I tell him my plans


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Oh so cute!! ..enjoyed.

Oh so cute!!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "