Chances

[tectak]

Chances

It was one of those things
I should have practised;
like changing gear
without using the clutch,
riding a bike with no hands,
falling in love with no thought
for the consequences.

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Hi bloggs,
A very committed poem. I must say, I like this type of poem. Commitment verse does not lend itself to the over-long drag...this is a little gem of a piece. The final encapsulation of nostalgic regret echoes back from the first lines clearly.
No nits at all. Maybe a comma too far
Best,
tectak