oh he loved his bike.

He stared at it through the display window,
With a fine-line body of steel,
It was quite a show.

Like a royal blue flying machine,
It promised a ride, a rhythm divine.
The bike had taken his breath away,
He could have vowed, he’d never felt that way.

Love at first sight, he thought,
Is this what it’d feel like?
It’s meant to be mine,
Fine lines n all, he loved the bike.

Racing the wind he rode it like a king,
So loud and clear,
He had never heard himself sing.

He handled it with care,
He had found his happy place,
The bike would help him share
his thoughts, with it, he found solace.

He would ride and talk to it,
And thought he found a friend,
In all its silence, the bike,
Assured, there wasn’t a problem he couldn’t mend.

So one day with a mess on his mind,
He rode it one more time,
With questions and an answer to find.

A little girl running after her dog,
He hit the break, but didn’t get out of the shock.
He tried hard to save his bike,
But he fell and knew what total silence was like.
Fine lines n all, he loved the bike.

The bike looked lonely, as it stood there,
Without a scratch, with its master gone and no one to care.
His friends would remember how happy he’d been,
His bike and he, the best pair they’d seen.
They would never forget what their friend was like,
Fine lines n all, he loved his bike.

It was up for sale one more time,
It promised a ride, a rhythm divine.
Love at first sight, the boy thought,
Is this what it would feel like?
It’s meant to be mine he thought,
Fine lines n all, he had loved the bike.