The Old Rusty Childs Bike

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An old rusty child's bike, with stories to tell,
Its paint faded, its tires worn, a nostalgic spell,
Abandoned in a corner, forgotten and forlorn,
A relic of the past, weathered and worn.
Once a prized possession, a source of delight,
Ridden with glee, under the sun's warm light,
Adventures in the neighborhood, with friends by your side,
Pedaling with laughter, on a joyful ride.
But time has taken its toll, the rust has set in,
The handlebars crooked, the frame showing its skin,
Its glory days gone, but memories remain,
Of carefree childhood, a simpler terrain.
Perhaps a first taste of freedom, a taste of speed,
A symbol of independence, a childhood need,
A reminder of simpler times, a treasure from the past,
A weathered relic, that continues to cast,
A nostalgic charm, a sentimental grace,
A symbol of resilience, standing in its place,
Though rusty and old, it still holds its charm,
The old child's bike, a memory's arm.