Spokes spin methodically

Their image a fixed blur

Always metallic and standard

They whisper a faint "whir."

Pedals like petals 

Unique yet standard in design; 

Essential to the picture

And constantly aging with time.

In circles they dance perfectly

Pursuing the ever present wind

Steadily propelled along

By the determined one they send.

Bumps and cracks challenge the rubbered wheels

A daunting puddle a slippery threat

But situations can't always happen as predicted 

Man up and face it; you may get wet.

There may be vindictive scrapes awaiting

And excessive, enticing wrong turns;

Calamities disguised as life lessons that one must learn.

Despite a capricious stretch of earth before us

We tend to forget the most essential comfort of all;

Handles to steer on this well-traveled path 

And prevent a merciless fall.

The road is never the same, however

Each person facing personal strife 

But handles have been bestowed upon the rider

For one to handle their own life.

The handling of handles can be tough to handle

When adversity rears its ugly head

But don't let it snuff your flame of passion;

Grow from it instead. 

Grow to earn those special petals

And pedal to advance ahead.

Though the journey may be treacherous at times

Don't let your courage hide.

Life is wondrous, beautiful, splendid;

Always enjoy the ride.