Wheels
Babies get around on wheels;
From strollers, we can hear their squeals.
Tricycles help toddlers get
To where their legs won’t take them yet.
Wheels on buses, rolling ‘round
Propel our travels off the ground.
Bicycles supply the means
For people who lack limousines.
Kids on skates roll through the parks;
Skateboards also leave their marks.
Taxis, airplanes, even trains
All have wheels for their terrains.
We don’t dwell too much on wheels.
Still, I wonder how it feels
For those whose wheelchairs do provide
The only way to get outside.
I guess we all pay much more heed
To things in life we really need.
Yet somehow, all of us rely
On tires and wheels to get us by.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2011
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