The Rain Stains the Brick Red

I forgot my manners,
I left myself in tatters
when that bright brick
wall managed to fall.

The rain stains the brick
red
 not orange,
but red.
I forgot what he said,
when I bit my lip,
it bled.

On a bike,
from which I fell;
it rode away
and rang its bell.
Much lighter,
it seems
without me,
riding off
in my dreams.

You can’t keep a bike
tied up to a wall.
Even a brick wall
might manage to fall.

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

This sounds a lot like growing up...
Things do change...

Enjoyed it.
Scott

[CosminDZS]

Sometimes we all have some growing up to do, Scott. And change seems to be the only thing that remains constant.

Once again, great comments.

[Scott Metro]

:)
S..........