Quote: As a drunken woman once told me
“Ride baby Ride it! Ride life until its wheels fall off”.
What is life, but an unceasing bike
Flowing lucidly down a hill
And as its rider, you must install
In you great courage and will
Cause you alone, are accountable
For the audacious routes it yields
But you must not be afraid
You will master the art of survival
By first taming the steel on wheels
So when a rock presents itself
You can avoid with grace and skill
No one is perfect though
So expect some bumps and bruises
But don’t let them break you, become stronger,
Become one with the steel, then ride baby ride it!
Til, there are no more wheels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope the down hill is not too steep