One of My biggest Fears is to end up like this.
To be an old Rusty Bike.
Once Shiny and New brought smiles and joy.
Now just cast Aside.
Having been outgrown.
Broken and worn.
Forgotten and Alone.
Waiting for Someone to Carry it out to the Curb.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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