The bike of time

In the rust of the wheels, time passed 
through ups and downs,
The handle bars bend like putty,
The seat of hard leather like a brick,
The headlight as old as a lantern in a mine shaft  Lit up , 
The blue chains of the bike are as bright as the 
Sea and as dark as the night,
The moss as old as time sits 
There on the bike of time, 
The  bike of time waits ready to be used,
The owner unknown.