The old ,rusty  bike has not been ridden in a very long time.

The wheels are like upset dogs howling in the memory of it’s owner.

The bell is enchanted with lots of lovely memories.

The peddles were as dusty as a top shelf.

Gears flick from right to wrong.

The chrome was shiny but now rusty and old.

The anxious seat is dirty and rusty.

The memory of joy and happiness have now ended.

The memory of the end and beginning all in one.