Abandoned, that’s what I see.
Dropped where it was laid to rest.
Gathering dust, the seat a shadow of its former self.
So much like the state, I have come to
Old and of little use,
No longer functional.
In reality, I can feel the weeds and debris growing and gathering around me. As a friend once told me, “I can’t whistle anymore and nor can I run for the bus.”
What’s to become of me, I wonder as I once again struggle to get up from the lounge,
It’s so easy to just sit,
Stare and remember.
For that’s all life becomes, a series of memories, ones you hang onto
Afraid to let go for beyond them is the unthinkable.
Like my old bike, I too have been discarded,
Left to rust, I know it’s happening
As my bones creak and groan as I move,
All effort is met with resistance
But I know there’s no mileage in giving in,
So, I push myself up once again,
Step forward and boil the kettle
Hoping its where I last left it.
Written for: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/02/24/what-do-you-see-18-february-24-2020/
Morpethroad 
Love how you equated the bike with old age. Great post and love the message at the end!
Thanks for joining in the challenge.
Thanks Sadje I’ve been reading books about old age lately.
You’re welcome! It is an eye opening experience!
Especially when you are on the cusp of living it!!
Old age, or any age is a state of mind. One can be old at thirty and young at eighty! I advocate a optimistic approach to age my friend! Feel young and you’ll be!
That way of thinking certainly helps
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Oh what an unwelcoming picture you paint. Too real, too imminent
I loved that last line! A nice touch of humour – we must strive for that in life’s outplaying.
It’s so easy to just sit,
Stare and remember.
Oh how well I can relate.
Excellent reflection, Michael. It’s real, it’s raw.
Fantastic tale. Thank you!
Life does become a vehicle for old memories unless we continue to use it to ride headlong into new ones. A sad tale well told, Michael…
Wow, this is excellent, Michael.