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Like leaning bikes against the unused door,
Their wheels immobile, chains now brown with rust,
Decay awaits the things a man works for
That lay untouched and thick with grimy dust.
We think to leave it be would keep it well,
Away from operating stress and strain.
Alas, without the forces that compel
The heart no tender love could thus remain.
It takes one sight to miss you all the more,
A fleeting moment by your side to pain me,
But better that your memory I store
To push me down our faithful path and train me.
Propinquity and paradox must meet
If future fruitfulness should be as sweet.
Day 12 of NaPoWriMo. A Shakespearean sonnet.

I think one of the saddest sights is an abandoned, rusting bike chained to a bike rack. What an awful fate, to die unmissed and unloved!

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shehrozeameen Featured By Owner May 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
It is quite frankly, a really sad sight when one sees a bike being left to rot :( I've seen my fair share of rusting bikes, and they always wind up reminding me of abandonment...
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