I used to ride my bike most every day.
I used to try each morning to compose
a poem, or put 300 words in play,
but into every life existence throws
up circumstances outside our control;
I had to take a break from write and ride.
Remodel, health, and offspring took their toll;
a year ago my pace was modified.

Intending to resume at first, I thought
the interruption wouldn’t last this long.
But new routines and working habits brought
advantages, and though I feel less strong
these days, 5 days of exercise and 3
with ink per week are gratifying me.