I asked this child what life is like
Spending the day on their trike
As they peddled hard they peddled fast
Life is like a trike I guess
I asked a boy in his teens
What is life like and what does it mean
He hopped onto his motorbike
And then flew off into the night
I asked someone of middle age
What is it about life that's all the rage
They rolled up the window and drove away
With nothing much about it to say
I asked an old man if he cared to share
What life was like in his wheelchair
He sat for a time with a vacant stare
Then wheeled himself out, going nowhere
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
I asked this child what life is like
Spending the day on their trike
As they peddled hard they peddled fast
Life is like a trike I guess
I asked a boy in his teens
What is life like and what does it mean
He hopped onto his motorbike
And then flew off into the night
I asked someone of middle age
What is it about life that's all the rage
They rolled up the window and drove away
With nothing much about it to say
I asked an old man if he cared to share
What life was like in his wheelchair
He sat for a time with a vacant stare
Then wheeled himself out, going nowhere
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