with wind i push it to the side
take the pedals, ride and ride
it may not wash away like beer
but brings on a healthier cheer.

wish i could erase the pain
of every misaligned refrain
but by midday my bike will be
put back together in harmony.

we’ll take their little hands in ours
forgetting yesterday’s sad showers
he and i will work the wind
till at our backs it will ascend.