I - My Bicycle

My Bicycle

My father got me a bicycle
The colour of it was red
The size of it was small enough
It helped me on my ride.

Its shiny steel handle bar
Had two beautiful black grips
It also had two blinkers
And a reflector to match it.

I got this bicycle
When I was five
I loved this bicycle
And thought to keep it all my life.

But as I grew up
It never grew with me
So I had to part it
With my brother who was in class three.

Now it stands in the garage
As it has no rider
But my love for it is still there
And it continues to be my pride.