Rhythm

Back in the days, when music had beat
I'd dance all night, and move my feet
The music had rhythm, a beat of its own
When I was a lad, before I had grown
But these days, it isn't the same, 
My feet won't move, my legs are lame
Boys and girls, would twist and groove, 
But for me, my legs won't move
There I'd sit, upon a chair on wheels
Listening to the rhythm and how it feels
Dancing for me, is in the past
Because of my bike, my legs are smashed
When I was a lad, young and carefree
I never once thought, it would happen to me
I had a bike, use to ride fast, 
Open the throttle, give it a blast
Speeding along, doing over a ton
Hit some gravel, my back wheel spun
Going to fast and in a spin
That was one battle, that I didn't win
Hit the wall, a head on crash
That is how, my legs did smash
My dancing days, are now long gone
No matter the record, no matter the song
I just sit here, upon my chair on wheels
I listen to the rhythm and how it feels

Gary baldwin
  09-03-08