Peddle On Man Poem by Tom Allport

The cycle of life
Is like riding a bike?
When your young
It's effortless fun
Hills come and go
Falls in the snow
Pick yourself up
Peddle on........
Plenty more miles
Under the sun
Then one day
A hill to steep
Must be the bike?
But what's that squeak?
Get off and push
Bones start to creak
On further inspection
The tyres are bald
The bell doesn't work
The brakes have gone
The seat is loose
And the lights are dim
Not to worry though!
Be a man..........
Take it on the chin.