The cycle of life

I watch the Tour de France for the landscape.
The hills, the mountains, the castles go by.
After a while I wonder about why
saddle soreness doesn’t seem to exist
for those skinny little fellows in bright
coloured lycra. I watch them race in spite
of distance and heat, they move like robots.
Outside, the old man’s cycling up the dune,
same speed as he’s always done, the tune
he whistles says he is not tired yet.
He needs no yellow sweater to feel good,
he only cycles to get where he should,
and when he’s home, the reward kiss he’ll get
is always from his wife. I wonder who
is better off: the runners like they do
or him, the old man on his daily round?


Comments on: "The cycle of life" (13)

  1. Food for thought Ina!!

    Maybe the Tour de France cyclists have magic bums!! Lol. But they may have no one to go home to and kiss.

    L&H xx

  2. I love the wry, gentle humour in this one 🙂


  3. who wants to be a robot? – the old man wins the race

  4. psst. It’s Lycra, rather than Spandex. 🙂

    Kudos if anyone can say who recorded ‘We Are The Robots’ and ‘Tour De France’ without googling.

  5. Well done again Ina!

  6. The old man, for sure! Much more interesting … to me, at least! 🙂 XO

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