This third half of life...
it is
the sweetest part.
The time that adds...
while
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
