
I cycle the back road
Sun pushing at my back
If the wind comes in my face,
I’ll take a different track
My route is always spontaneous
For I always ride alone
It’s not the best of worlds,
But it sure beats sitting at home.
Bicycle built for one,
Apartment built for two.
Somehow it seems incongruous
Like a blue suit with brown shoes.
There are bicycles built for two
But for that two people must commit
To travel on the same path
And hope that for us it fits.
Some day that bike’s for me
But for now she is unknown
So it’s bicycle for one
As I ride this road alone
- Steve Ropiak
Sun pushing at my back
If the wind comes in my face,
I’ll take a different track
My route is always spontaneous
For I always ride alone
It’s not the best of worlds,
But it sure beats sitting at home.
Bicycle built for one,
Apartment built for two.
Somehow it seems incongruous
Like a blue suit with brown shoes.
There are bicycles built for two
But for that two people must commit
To travel on the same path
And hope that for us it fits.
Some day that bike’s for me
But for now she is unknown
So it’s bicycle for one
As I ride this road alone
- Steve Ropiak
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