My old creaky bicycle
its frame is dirty brown.
With three chain-rings, a five-gear cassette,
it used to have fifteen speeds.
Today it's stuck in chain-ring-two,
its third gear is all I need.
My old creaky bicycle
brings me out to town.
It's decades old yet runs well,
rusty, yet workable.
Bare and simple yet sufficient,
ugly, yet desirable.
My old creaky bicycle
is all but broken down.
In all the years, it has served me well
and has never made me frown.
My old creaky bicycle,
I will ride it out to town.
"My old creaky bicycle"
by Harold B Huang
Sun 17Apr22 1925 hrs GMT+8
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