Broken Bicycles

Broken bicycles

old busted chains

with rusted handlebars

out in the rain

somebody must have

an orphanage for

all these things that

nobody wants any more

September is reminding July

it's time to be saying goodbye

summer is gone

but our love will remain

like old broken bicycles

out in the rain

broken bicycles

don't tell my folks

there's all those playing cards

pinned to the spokes

laid down like skeletons

out on the lawn

the wheels won't turn

when the other has gone

the seasons can turn on a dime

somehow I forget every time

for all the things that

you've given me

will always stay

broken but I'll never throw them away