Keep pedaling, Don

Darn it. I can’t ride my bicycle anymore. 

Now, I hop on my imagination.

I know this for sure.

If I stop pedaling on the straightaways, my bike stops moving and I fall off. That’s a bummer.

At times, I’m blessed with going downhill. I love it. The warm wind caresses my face. Telephone poles zip by. I put on my childhood smile.

At other times, I’m going uphill. I pedal harder. It requires a bunch of my energy. I think about stopping.  But I don’t. My tenacity gets me to the top of the hill. And, ahh, what a view I have of future treasures.

My old red bike sits in my garage.

But I keep pedaling.