Ride

If you give pause

to think of your mount

to tally it’s flaws

and make an account

 

do not be rash

and think you might profit

by trading for cash

on a newer rice rocket.

 

You’ll only be trading

problems well known

for beauty soon fading

and flaws yet unshown.

 

Go and enjoy

a night on the town

with your old toy

it’s familiar sound

 

and ride on I say

to life’s next junction

till comes a day

it ceases to function.

 

At that sad time

you may think back

to this little rhyme

as you hail a hack.