Feeling Good, Doing

 

Spring has surely arrived and I feel good,

Hopped on my bicycle and away I go,

Gentle breeze slides up aside my face,

And

I feel good,

 

Pull into a gas station

(Looking for air for my tires)

Stand on the pedal to look good,

Down I go kerplop

And

I feel hurt.

 

Check all my limbs and they’re still there,

My glasses, where are my glasses,

Found them lens intact, frames spread,

And

I feel sick.

 

Nothing physical broken except pride,

I accept hands of a friend to stand

Bike’s fine, so am I, except my frames

And

I feel lucky

 

Then I remember I gotta tell my wife,

She’s really nice and doesn’t yell at me

Which is good because you see

Now

I feel foolish.

 

Frames can be fixed you know,

It is still a beautiful day,

I needed the exercise

And

Guess what?

I still feel good!