Learning to live is like learning to ride a bike
Faltering, falling, tears, and plenty of bruises
One is a right of passage in our childhoods
The rest is everything that follows behind it
Adulthood is a balance; no training wheels
But if we’re lucky, there is someone to catch
Us whenever we start to topple instead
Eventually we all learn how to ride
Some of us better than others, admittedly
All of us on a journey, pedaling as hard
As we can.