The Pedal Of Joy

                                                

 

“I don’t think I will ever learn”, the little boy cried;

As he looked at the other boys who cycled by his side.

“I know I will fall if I try to pedal”;

So he gave up on the hopes of winning a medal.

The big brother who was watching him tried to convince;                                            

But the little boy always acted like a prince.

Those were his first set of wheels;

Gifted by his parents after he kicked his heels.

“Ah, well, I am off” zoomed away the big brother;

The little boy said, “Don’t want to be a debacle for my mother”.

Trembling and quivering, he shook himself free for a start;

A few seconds later, he realized cycling is a balancing art.

Slowly but cautiously, the little boy began to enjoy;

As the turning wheels only boosted his joy.

With wind in his hair, he just raced ahead;

Leaving all his fears and inhibitions dead.