The Cycle of Life

By Elton Camp The wheels we use serve to define us From newborn babe to feeble old cuss First, its in a stroller we are rolled about Alone, we cant get in nor can we get out The next set of wheels is a red trike Then we graduate to the use of a bike When we finally have become a teen, It is in a sporty convertible we are seen And then later, when the kids come along Its in a roomy minivan that we belong When the kids are grown & have left home Maybe in a sporty jeep we decided to roam Retirement comes and we empty the till Life on the road in a motor home we fill Soon, an electric scooter is what we see To help maintain a degree of mobility Lastly, we are again rolled as others decide It is the nursing home where we must abide