Another great painting from my friend and artist Theo Michael, and my story in VERSE!
Hope you enjoy them both.
Visit Theo's website for this and many other masterpieces: www.artbytheomichael.com
Man with bicycle
I look up at the tower rising so high
It looks like it’s touching the sky
Standing so proud putting on a show
stunting the buildings down below.
I also stand proud, bicycle in hand
‘What have they done to this beautiful land?’
Not a tree or blade of grass in sight
a concrete jungle, so contrite.
I remember cycling in the park
I would often hear the occasional Lark
Now it’s all concrete and cars
restaurants and some seedy bars.
They call it progress if you will
But it’s all just money in the till
Lining the pockets of the rich
Not even room for a tent to pitch.
You may be wondering why I care
Standing here and in despair
Well you see my reader friend
This is where I met my end!
I was cycling amongst this tangled mess
It helped to relieve my stress
Then from nowhere it did appear
The truck reversing...yes it’s how you fear.
It ran over me and my bike
The handlebars pierced me like a spike
The pain was real but over soon
as my Soul rose up to the Moon.
So once again here I stand
With my bicycle in my hand
Dreaming of a time gone by
As I let out a silent sigh....
That's it until next month folks. Stay well xx
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