My Bike That Has Wings

I used to fly kites
and swing on the swings,
skipped rocks in the creek,
I thought I had wings,
the way I would fly
on my bike down the walk,
play with my friends
and oh how we’d talk.
Of Mario Andretti,
how Chuck Yeager flew,
John Glenn and Neil Armstrong,
A.J.Foyt too.
We played with toy guns
and killed one another,
but got right on home,
when called by our Mother.
Chased the ice-cream man,
the music was funny,
sometimes we’d just watch,
cause we had no money.
We used to eat freeze pops
and than use the sleeve,
we’d fill up those dirt bombs
and throw them with glee.
Collected the rocks,
from the railroad tracks,
ran in the field
and threw them at bats.
Ice skated the creek,
fished in it too,
raft’ed, used slingshots,
all the day through.
Mini bikes came
and were lots of fun.
We sledded in snow
and played in the sun.
Oh yeah there was school,
looking over our shoulder.
It wasn’t long,
until we grew older.
We all got a job,
of one kind or other.
Had families, raised kid’s,
visited grandmother.
Lost loved ones in life,
no matter our path.
Learned earthly things,
really don’t last.
Still here I am,
blessed that I have it,
playing with toys,
is my lifelong habit.
I appreciate now,
more than ever my life.
There’s been plenty of sunshine,
and plenty of strife.
I think the universe,
goes on forever.
I think there’s a place,
we all get together.
It may be we sit,
and everyone sings.
I’m hoping I fly,
on my bike that has wings.