(a new poem with a previous ending) never fear the end there’s no way you were ever here, anyway a bicycle in a galaxy a palm tree lost in orbit an old man sees himself in a faraway mirror there’s no here so nothing matters says prayers plants flowers on the moon weeps for a past life on leaving, even tigers miss the mark
The bicycle spins madly on.
The Used Life 
5 responses to “The bicycle spins madly on.”
Love this.
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Thanks, Bob. I haven’t been feeling particularly creative lately, so I hoped reworking an old poem might spark some creative energy. I’m glad you liked it.
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I can relate to that. It’s been a tough stretch for me too. That said, I really liked your poem.
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“even tigers miss the mark”.. so true…even the strongest of us have weaknesses…and we all “weep for a past life” no matter the life lived..
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Absolutely, my friend.
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