Walking down an alley, what did I see?
A man on a bike.
Happy as I can be.
Not riding, as he should, but on the ground.
Strange. I thought. Down on the ground?
"Do you need any help?" I spoke out loud.
"No, thank you, I'm fine; this isn't what I needed." The man on the ground with the bike conceited.
"It's no trouble at all. Here, take my hand." I gestured to the bike man to help him stand.
"No, really, I'm fine. Look how strong I am!" He stood up on his own as if life was grand.
With a wave goodbye, I wished him well. He waved back in the distance, and then he fell.
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James Green
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By James Green2 years ago in Poets
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