Tell me, two wheels are better
than three or one, or four.
A humble pair is greater than any more,
for neither fear another's usurpation
and balance in steady cooperation.
Oh, what a relief it was
to finally remove our training wheels.
Friends are great for holding us up
but eventually we can hold ourselves.
But I'll hold you tight and I'll go slow
as we learn to work together.
It turns out: haste makes this easier;
but quicken too much and we'll flounder,
and fall-
-and I know its tiring sometimes
to keep at the pedals for miles and
years an even pace. Sometimes-
we racket and rage upon the rocks
in the road but is it the fault of the wheels
when the hills are rolling and neither
front nor rear knows
which way they are going?
So let's keep our balance on this
bicycle, you and I, and take our
lows fast and our highs slow
and together we ride with
the breezes of life: whistling by.
