The Bicycle Lesson
Too many times I had caught you,
standing on the shore,
eyes searching far and wide,
hoping for so much more.
Has our haven now become a prison?
I have made a bold decision!
Hoist, the anchor, unfurl the sail,
and stand firm upon the mast,
be brave my little darling dear,
your voyage has begun at last.
I will keep your course straight and true,
my strong hands will hold the wheel for you,
my heart strong enough to let it go,
when the new world opens up for you!
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