The Sunset Ride

In the twilight of my youth, I rolled on wheels of freedom,

A skateboard beneath my feet, a bond that felt so seldom.

With each kickflip, a heartbeat echoed in the air,

As I soared on concrete dreams, without a single care.

The grip tape, worn and weathered, like the passage of my years,

Witness to the laughter, the triumph, and the tears.

In the alleys of my youth, where the sun would always set,

I carved my sorrows into the pavement, a silhouette.

But time, relentless and unkind, rolls faster than the wheels,

And the thrill of ollies fades, replaced by how life feels.

The ramps and rails, once conquered with a fearless grin,

Now stand as monuments to moments lost within.

As the grip tape peels away, so do the days of old,

The echoes of my laughter lost, like tales untold.

I see reflections in the puddles by the curb,

A face that's weathered, tired, no longer perturbed.

The kickflips now replaced by steps unsure and slow,

The once-sturdy bones creak with every ebbing flow.

The skatepark, once a haven, a sanctuary of the bold,

Now a haunting reminder of stories left untold.

The camaraderie of youth, the friends I used to chase,

Now scattered like the leaves in autumn's cold embrace.

The concrete jungle whispers of the dreams we used to share,

But time, relentless and unkind, leaves me standing there.

A skateboard, tucked away, collecting dust and rust,

Bears witness to a legacy, a passion turned to dust.

As I watch the sunset, casting shadows on the park,

I can't help but wonder where the years did embark.

In the silence of the twilight, I mourn the days gone by,

The youthful spirit skating on, while I remain to sigh.

A chapter closed, a skateboard laid to rest,

In the graveyard of my memories, where the past is best.

By The Supply Network