My Old Bike

MY OLD BIKE

10.26.11

Off to golf on Tuesday afternoons,

this beautiful afternoon I so enjoyed,

and as it ended

I thought "I don't want this to end."

When I got home

dust off my old bike did I

and ride another 36 minutes

on that beautiful afternoon.

It had been many moons

since I felt:

the wind brushing by my face,

the air flowing through my hair,

the rushing roar past my ears.

How I remembered being a kid

when off on my bike did I go.

For it set me free you know.

And what a pleasure this day

turned out to be

just riding away

my bike and me.

So do you remember

something you did

from your childhood?

Now go out and

just be like a kid again.

Enjoy your day 

with the reckless abandonment

of your childhood play.

All my love always, Keith