My third shift is Making Connection,
Beware of choosing this selection—
By reaching someone,
You may well have fun,
And likely results in affection!
Today my bike tripping is ending,
I’m grateful I’ve had the time spending,
Those miles on the road,
Creating an ode,
Of biking and friendship, all blending.
I wonder, what constitutes resting?
A wild type of fun and some jesting?
What do you think of,
When speaking with love?
Rest comes with the care you’re investing.
Time that we share is so fleeting,
Time for our news and great eating.
Our voices in song,
With right notes or wrong,
A tuneful addition to meeting.
I’m viewing the wonder of new sights,
Flowers, and ocean, and mountain heights.
Magnificent—true!
Still, visits with you
Are brightest for me, beyond city lights.
I start out with much apprehension.
My thinking’s reflecting my tension.
And what I have found,
As we move around,
It’s Help. It’s the “screw-up prevention.”
Slowly at levels I thought I’d hate,
Active, with goal to regenerate.
I think you’ll agree
I surely can be
Living quite fully at any rate.
When trying is quite ineffective
I CAN take a route that’s corrective.
And ask for your “hand”
With what I have planned.
Results now are good, not defective.
My birthday time has been quite thought-filled.
With rambling-musing, not plot-filled.
Reviewing the years,
With joy and with tears.
Important for me, and not fraught-filled.
“She wasn’t just talking about biking,
She was talking about life.”
Task’s lost momentum, I think I’ll quit.
Inner self will surely throw-a-fit.
So what can I do,
To see the task through?
Now is the time I can recommit.