It came upon the Gar Pond narrow trail
The realization of a slowing down
It came quite painful as I fell
Lying there breathless on the ground.
It was a realization unspoken
You knew the thoughts were there
Hanging onto the rear so broken
The third cog making not a pair.
Talks of coming rides not including me
The old one once so fast
Falling came so unexpectedly
Speed I thought would always last.
The Gar Pond white route I ride
Alone now in a slow spin
Some days on downhills I fly
Mostly I just miss my friends.
Well, you don't look like the oldest...
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