I tentatively pedaled on a cruise
As breezes blew through what was once my hair,
Concerned that I would fall and make a bruise.
While wobbling down the street in morning air,
I thought of many things I used to do
That I once took for granted without care.
Like riding on a bike, is it not true?
Once mastered, one does not forget a task;
The skill returns with flair and style anew.
Alas, I must reveal to those who ask
Ability must augment memory,
Else only in your downfall will you bask.
So heed the words of poignant reverie,
Discovered on the ground most painfully.
© 2012 by Robert E. Blackwell