There's
Nothing
That can lift
One's spirit like
A message, email, or call
From a friend, out of the blue
No matter how far away they are in
The world: Germany, Philippines, Nigeria,
Michigan, England, North Carolina, Georgia,
Or next door
And many more
It makes one feel like a child opening gifts on Christmas morn

I don't know why
I don't write
I guess I'm livin' life
It's an endless fight
Spend time with the kids
Working at home
Don't know what I did
When I wrote daily
Ignored everyone
I wrote gaily
Didn't ride my cool bikes
Told the boys no
Didn't go on long hikes
Became absorbed in fiction
Lost my mind
Romanced in diction
The poems flowed
Like cascading falls
Life it slowed
My words built walls
But this sets me free
Vivid and vital
I need both I see
Somtimes life shall idle

I pedaled for the adventure
I pedaled for the thrill
I pedaled my fat ***
Up each and every hill

From my house across the state
From East Pa., west to New Jersey
From mountains to quaint towns
In sweat drenched shorts and yellow jersey

People asked me why I dId it
People asked me how
People asked me what's in Jersey
I smiled and said, "The WOW"

Wow, it's what my family said
Wow, is what I felt in my heart
Wow, is what I still say today
I'm glad I had the guts to start

I pedaled for the adventure
I pedaled for the thrill
I pedaled my fat ***
Up each and every hill

I used to drive a toaster
Tiny, not a roaster
It sure was the moster
Car I ever drovester

Then I hit a deer
It ran soever near
Smashed the front to the rear
I forever lost my dear

Ten years I spent in that box
Never looked like a fox
I probably hit an ox
Like gettin' kicked in the buttocks