The Bicycle

I pass by various roads,

 Some were smooth,

 Some were rocky and

 Some were swampy.

 I carry the pressure and battle the friction,

 While comforting others.

 I do get hurt in my journey and often get operated.

 I may reach the destination a tad late,

 but my destiny depends on the character within me,

 not with whom I come in contact.

The poem signifies about self-acceptance in life by ignoring the external world.