Smyth's POEM We met when I was two, my big brother introduced us. You were fiberglass, red wheels and loose trucks. I rode you with one knee, down at ocean beach Hit a crack, my face went splat, peaced out my two front teeth. So surprised, I cried and cried at the bloody mess. It wasn't your fault, it was the asphalt, I still thought you were the best. Over the years you've brought me tears, but laughter just the same. You are a part of me, as I am you that's just part of the game. I am where I am because of you, you are the tool of my trade. Who would have thought me loving you could actually get me paid.