Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Bike Ride

Bicycle, tricycle,
grab a tyke and tickle.
You knew you were in a pickle,
when she asked for ice cream and a pickle.

Pedal after pedal, medal after medal,
on a seat, in motion, and unwilling to settle.
Rain or shine, you ride growth like a blossoming flower pedal.

Mileage varies, but a revolution always turn the wheels.
what you do now will determine what’s on your will.

Exercise on a binge, joints terrorized on a hinge.
Oil your joints and lubricate daily for a healing mend.
One day you’ll realize, endurance will take you to the end
and congratulate you like a loyal friend.  
Until then, ride fierce, cycle until you've spoke(n) from end to end!


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