Cycle, Cycle-Life-Cycle Poem by gnrao rao

When I was two,
My dad brought,
A three wheeler
cycle.
When I became
A student
He got me
A two wheeler
Cycle
with wheels on both
Sides.
I became young,
I went to high
School,
Dad got me
A two wheels cycle.
First I pushed the
Cycle
For my height
Was less.
Then I started
Monkey pedalling,
Then carrier
Pedalling,
I found it difficult
To reach the handle- bar,
But somehow I managed.
I went near a high stone,
Kept the cycle near there,
Sat on the cycle,
I could balance.
Then I tried to ride
nicely.
To show off I tried
to leave both hands
And ride,
I fell down and
Had scratches
And blood oozing.
Applied medicine.
Again I started
Riding to school.
With my school-mate
As pillion rider.
I saw and learnt,
My age and my cycle,
Are not reversible.
I became a young man,
I got a nice job,
To learn and do
Research on trade cycle,
I got my school-mate,
As my wife,
In my life cycle.
I bought a 2 wheeler,
she and I with our
Kid went everywhere.
Now I have a car,
My wife sits near me,
And my two kids
In the back seat.
I hear songs
On the car radio,
Singing,
We are a happy
Family,
But I got my kids
A cycle called
Tricycle,
And the other one
A cycle with
two wheels.
Now she and I
On the ground
Holding
each cycle.