Scooter
by
Cheryl Raye
Let's go for a ride on my scooter-
You and me, fancy free.
Leaving behind life's debris-
Calmness will remain as a decree.
Gentle hearts will surely lead
Into life's ideal reality.
The solution-we agree
Is to relax, and just breathe.
An amelioration for the better,
Serving as a conscious reminder-
That life should be unfettered.
We can forget the matter-
And, be youthful and free, forever.
Let's recall our lives of years ago,
Before fate a handicap bestowed-
Before coordination went awry and slow.
Of freedom we did glow,
But, we still know-
The wind through our hair as it blows
As the ride on my scooter flows.