An old man on a bicycle told me the hills would hurt,
but going down would be delightful.
He told me the rain would sting,
but would make the sunny days brighter.
An old man on a bicycle told me to learn from the ride,
because its lessons would parallel life’s experiences.
He told told me to ride fast and take chances,
or I would never experience thrill.
An old man on a bicycle told me I’d feel depleted,
but would later feast with great satisfaction.
He told me to welcome adversity,
because it teaches us the bond of duality.
An old man on a bicycle told me,
“ride bikes, drink beer, and go fuck yourself.”
I like that old man.
Photo Source: Steven Nereo