“Drive a scooter a day, to keep the doctor away?” Gun Roswell
When the calendar page turns to a Sunday That indicates the one and only fun day When it’s time to dust off the old two wheeler drive Give it some TLC, a shiny new appearance and a smile Then hit the non too busy side streets And let your hair flow in the calming breeze The Sunday leisure cruise is about to begin When you hit that first note and start to sing Riding a scooter on this day is so much fun So what if nothing else really gets done!
“Riding on the monochromatic streets, on these, two wheels” Gun Roswell
On a highly tuned, yet very vintage looking bike, Down the lonely, colourless, black and white streets, I ride The cold winds, on my battered, wrinkled old face, But that’s no matter, ’cause I am certainly not, *that* stained And I definitely not, a person, whom in just, the one place stays Not at least, for that long Even if there would be, any sense of “to belong” As I slowly, and intently, pass by the onlookers, they are watching me ride And yes, that is really just so fine For I am really not got nothing to hide But heck, I may even break up in a big smile
“Rides of another land, can be different from what you are used to” Gun Roswell
Two to four wheels at the time
When roaming around the roads of a different land Sometimes you want to try something else than to stand On your two legs, strolling around might be a lot of fun Or then too damned exhausting under the scorching sun So why settle for tears and lots and lots of running sweat Why don’t you try a different approach instead? And hop on a ride with two or four wheels and let These manual and motorized vehicles of plenty Are simple and easy to be selected Just walk into any of the road side rentals Try and pick up the most suited pedals
Then follow these few steps And you are for a day set:
Fill up the tank Don’t forget your thanks And like in the cliché movie done Ride towards the setting sun Like I said, this can be a lot of fun!
“Stairs, like life, take you up, and down” Gun Roswell
Up an down
Sometimes going up, really fast, two steps at the time Feeling so light and fine, face plastered with a smile Other times, slumping down, hardly one step, with shaky legs And a large, and topping that, a distorted, saggy frown
Old and crooked, wrinkled and busted Weathered, and certainly not functioning like I’m supposed to have lasted But a fresh coat of paint, a few pretty flowers from the bench And voila, I am serving a new purpose Out here, for everyone’s enjoyment