I must have been no more than six or seven
When I learned to ride using
training wheels on
A little blue bike that I
rode much too fast
And wound up destroying
before it wrecked me.
I learned to balance in very
short order;
Learned to fly without leaving
the ground;
Learned the spirit of kinetic
motion that
Stirred my soul and set it
free.
A few trips over the handle
bars,
A few dips into the puddles
of Spring,
A few slips and slides in the
graveled driveway
Resulting in torn pant leg and
skinned up knee.
Lessons are easy when young
and resilient,
And balance is learned at the
drop of a hat,
And vision is clear for the
future is now
And our day is filled with
simplicity.
Pity we can't use training
wheels
In learning to scale our emotional
lives
Where balance is often a
fleeting companion
Blinded by sunlight, unable
to see.
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