Frank Modica
Hip and collarbone slowly heal after
A recent mishap. I gaze at dusty bike shoes.
I want to grow old riding
my bicycle with all my friends,
I want to recover
from all my aches and pains
before I decompose and feed the worms.
I don’t want to die before my time,
whatever that means.
Aware of my diminished abilities,
discouraged,
I dream about going on a long ride,
but today I take a short walk,
tomorrow I’ll cycle 30 miles.