Poem: A Tricycle on Wings

susan abraham

Life gives me new dreams,
and I smile
no longer the child,
watching it race up the skies,
I'd stay foolish to say goodbye,
And so...
I too go,
Feeling a rusty swing,
As I soar up high,
nestling a whistle,
one more time,
in the scene of my prime
a tricycle on wings.

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