A New Skill

Me, I take for granted skills

Learned at young age,

Yet, difficult to learn at mature age

Candor is dusted under fear chills


The Human Miracle

Biking is for well-balanced people

However, working with old people,

Shows me the complex sophistication

Of the human body, its perfection



Ten years, my loyal girl around the home

She’s allowed me to roam

The solid beauty of the Earth’s face

Doesn’t she deserve words of praise




Outdoors, on bike or foot

Truth enters the mind

It’s good to unwind

I nearly met Spring on my route