Good start for my day is “bike-moving.”
It sorts out my mind so it’s grooving.
Add in that it’s fun,
And when I am done,
My outlook’s already improving!
When needing to make a decision,
Your mind provides you with a vision;
Of outcome that’s best.
You don’t know the rest!
Your guess is the closest precision.
Arrive home, and first thing is laundry.
If not done, it surely would haunt me.
Spread out on the rack
It shows I am back.
Completed without any quandary.
My third shift is Making Connection,
Beware of choosing this selection—
By reaching someone,
You may well have fun,
And likely results in affection!
When all things show up in your favor,
It’s easy to take in and savor,
Without saying “why,”
And why would you try?
Just soak up the day’s special “flavor.”
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.
The words you are sending or saying
Regarding some working or playing
Can perk up and cheer
The one who will hear
Your words may encourage their “staying.”
When you’re at a point of deciding
What pants you will wear while you’re riding
Best clothe your behind
With pants you will find
At Terry; their pants keep you gliding.
To live with the hard wind that’s blowing,
You must be intent on the “going.”
And may you receive
Some micro-reprieve,
That morphs knock-down times into “flowing.”
Getting the gift of a story told,
You listen close as the words unfold.
Trusted with sharing,
Known to be caring,
This time is surely a “piece-of-gold.”
You’ve gathered the right information,
Put time into your calculation
Of where you must be
And who you can see.
The trip now becomes celebration.
A great joy for me comes from biking.
Though it’s not to everyone’s liking.
Do what is your “Fun,”
You’ll feel like you “Won.”
Brings joy to your life that’s quite striking.