A forgotten bike's lament

I've been sitting here all alone, waiting.

Parked since last spring, waiting.

Through rain and hail and wind and snow, waiting.

See the leaves under my wheels under the snow?

And the super lock that awaits a key?

And the training wheels that never came off?

I'm somebody's dream bike 

with Spiderman webs between my handle bars.

But I've been forgotten somehow.

Won't somebody please come find me

and set me free for someone else to love?