Three Rode Out

Three Rode Out

There they were - heroes,
hearts pumping, lungs burning,
wheels spinning, bells ringing,
racing as hard as they could.

Spraying gravel and grit,
brakes binding, chains snapping,
no fear, no worries,
no concern for the day.

Is this how times change?
Unstoppable stopped,
immovable pushed to one side.

Three rode out,
but they ride no more together.

A world in a day.
Can those times be only a split-second ago?
All passed into white-bordered pictures.
Colours sepia-yellow, corners turned.

White fence bordered gardens,
sepia and yellow foliage.
Life's corners turned,
leaving the road to yesterday.

A bike all rusted,
bell seized, pedals jammed,
Wheels buckles and tyres deflated.
In a shop called 'Yesterday's Dreams'.

But they're still racing hard,
with their fears and worries
largely unchecked, but aware.

One day, they say it will happen.
When there's time,
nothing's on, little's doing.
Three will ride out again.