On my way to Wednesday morning 7 am men’s group. Waiting to turn left onto 101 – old bicycle, seat set low – happy. Life is good…
I saw an angel today
He was riding his bike
Singing away
His ear buds in place
Pedaling to race
‘Cross Route 101
Heading east toward the sun
He wore a red shirt
And his legs showed some muck
From road grit and rain
Flung up and stuck
As he passed by me
His voice sounding sweet
He smiled and kept singing
His mission complete ©
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