The Cycle of Life
The Cycle of Life
By Elton Camp
The wheels we use serve to define us
From newborn babe to feeble old cuss
First, it’s in a stroller we are rolled about
Alone, we can’t get in nor can we get out
The next set of wheels is a red trike
Then we graduate to the use of a bike
When we finally have become a teen,
It is in a sporty convertible we are seen
And then later, when the kids come along
It’s in a roomy minivan that we belong
When the kids are grown & have left home
Maybe in a sporty jeep we decided to roam
Retirement comes and we empty the till
Life on the road in a motor home we fill
Soon, an electric scooter is what we see
To help maintain a degree of mobility
Lastly, we are again rolled as others decide
It is the nursing home where we must abide
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