The Joys of Being the Oldest

The thrill that comes from
Being the only one to
Ride to the next block

Is not a small thing.
Your bike is your noble steed
Driving towards freedom.

Blood singing with birds,
Feet pedal on eager joy
To ditch your siblings,

Drawing into lungs
Crisp responsibility:
Fin’lly an adult.

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