Robust Resilience

This third half of life...
            it is
            the sweetest part.
The time that adds...
           it takes away.
The time for
           finding your voice,
           and telling your story.
For the inner man or woman
           to come into alignment 
           with the outer, just the same.  
Not with words
           borrowed from Mark Twain
           or Shakespeare.
Tell the ones
           that come
           from your heart. 

I believe in the power of truth and beauty
            to guide us,
            along an ascending path.
The pace is measured,
             Not easily observed, except
             the glimpses of retrospect. 
And there's a test,
             sometime in midlife.
             Because the journey doesn't end.
Even when the Sirens scream (Seductively beckon),
            Slow down, (Get out of the way.)      
            Think about retiring.         
The body knows better, 
           "Better use it.
            Or lose it."
The soul understands, 
           it's time to create,
           something that lasts.
And, the heart beats on,
           Opening wider,
           Ready to receive...

Just like this poetry began,
           with a timely rediscovery 
           of a bicycle.
Taking a break
           at bicycle speed
           might alter the course of your life.
Happiness doesn't come
           with fortune or fame.
           Health is even more elusive.
These fruits are sweetest in the pursuit. 
           And for that the bicycle...
can be your best friend.   

by Rob the Bicycle Poet

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