A Wheelastrophe

I sped along the city streets,

     Upon my silent steed;

I rang my bell with long repeats,

     But people paid no heed.

I’m older now, the dire event,

     I cannot well recall;

But when I’m out on byking “bent”,–

     I heed now lest I fall.

Feb. 22, 1896

B. Traveler,

June 25, ‘96