Evening’s Joy
Uplifting Poetry
In the cool of the night
A man on his black and white motorcycle
Comes ‘round and kids on their bicycle
Leads the way up the wild windy streets
And the young ones follow in their cleats
The smooth paved drive laid out wide
Makes for such a cool and fast ride
As the children of the road burst forth
Their shouts and cheers run quite short
The teens ride with great and cool skill
Doing wheelies and jumps for a thrill
Their bikes, black and yellow with red
Are all pimped out welded with lead
The smaller kids come riding on their heels
All the while crushing squirrels with their wheels
As they jump and hit their solid landing
Makes for a nice video for their branding
And then the little kids with training wheels on
Come last behind but never do they bomb
Knowing their way around their neighborhood
They were told not to travel into the old wood
And a tiny one is at his mother’s side
Holding his blankey and teddy in stride
His pacifier is in his mouth as they go by
He pulls on Mom to say he wants to lie
The neighborhood is in full swing
The kids shout in triumph and sing
On the top of their lungs, laughing
Never backing down from back-biting
Good sport and nifty coolly attitude
Wearing on their chests a seal of gratitude
Proud of the joy-filled nights to come
They mourn the kids grounded at home
Cars honk and walkers swerve out of the way
To evade the boys that have come to joyfully play
Through the woods, they travel extremely far
Finding a new path they urge their friends to spar
They wrestle and tussle only to truthfully find
The old man next door hates when goons remind
Him of his youth back in his days when he
Was a goon too but just wait till he will see
The glorious stars that illumine the sky
Look up and see the lights as you sigh
It takes your breathe away as you simply swear
That it was brighter when you were just a cub bear
And as the neighborhood quiets down
You get back to your little house and drown
Yourself in a warm cup of sweet milk so white
As it soothes your throat; eases your mind’s sight
The evening draws to a close in the black night
No one makes a sound until the morning light
Covering the neighborhood in a sweet dream
Goodnight everyone, you had your fun, I deem
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