Quote: As a drunken woman once told me <br />“Ride baby Ride it! Ride life until its wheels fall off”. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />What is life, but an unceasing bike <br /> Flowing lucidly down a hill <br />And as its rider, you must install <br />In you great courage and will <br />Cause you alone, are accountable <br /> For the audacious routes it yields <br />But you must not be afraid <br />You will master the art of survival <br />By first taming the steel on wheels <br />So when a rock presents itself <br />You can avoid with grace and skill <br /> No one is perfect though <br /> So expect some bumps and bruises <br /> But don’t let them break you, become stronger, <br /> Become one with the steel, then ride baby ride it! <br /> Til, there are no more wheels.<br /><br />Harry Gray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-life-47/
