Peddling Pride

many moons ago I taught my son to ride his very first bicycle slowly at first, I trotted beside, to hold him up as he got the hang of it as I ran beside I gave him one final push off into the world and he sped ahead for a mere split-second before crumpling over with the bike on the lawn crying, he looked up in dismay and cried "why did you push me!?" the weight of guilt pressed me back as i realized my mistake oh, panged parenthood bicycles stood to ride bruised we both rubbed ourselves peddling pride turning we continued so that in short order he was riding circles around the house, and me in his own Circle Game © Goode Guy 2011-05-18 we both learned to ride it out, as cartwheels turned to car wheels