Certain things you don’t forget;
They somehow get ingrained.
No matter when you learned them,
Deep inside they have remained.
Like how to burp a baby,
Swim a lap or sew a stitch;
The skillset’s there, so you can
Pull them off without a hitch.
The classic case in point, I guess,
Is how to ride a bike,
Which most of us were taught when young,
Quite possibly a tyke.
Though many years may slip away
Before we ride again,
We hop right in the saddle,
Like we first did way back when.
And after just a wobble
To make sure that we are steady,
We find that after months or years,
One blink and we are ready.
They say it’s hard to teach
An older dog a brand-new trick,
But if we’re lucky, lots of what we’ve learned
Has seemed to stick.