Started in a baby carriage
Went to a tricycle
There always ways one
High on a unicycle
Bicycles were norm
Speed became reason
Cars kept you dry
In every season
On and off trails
Back roads, back yards
Wheels take all
To the graveyard
Linking up with dVersepoetspub.com. Quadrille Monday. 44 word poem excluding the title) Prompt word is cycle, any form. Since my last entry was on a serious note and included this word, just a bit of levity today.
mehflowers 
Nicely done!! Love “the wheels on the hearse go round and round…” Very true our last ride!
Dwight
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Wheels in every stage of our life ~
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An ingenious title, Mary (I’m glad you didn’t call it ‘One Direction – don’t like their music’!) It reminds me of Shakespeare’s ‘Seven Stages’ but on wheels. I also love the ebb and flow of the different numbers of wheels – and then ‘Speed became reason’. It’s so true – after a certain age everything speeds up as we fly towards the grave.
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A wonderful write of cycles.
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I like how you ended this.
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Sigh… yes we all have to face the ultimate cycle..
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Life as one long bicycle ride. Love this, Mary!
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kaykuala
Back roads, back yards
Wheels take all
To the graveyard
Mobility on the road is an ingredient of risks and disaster waiting to happen!
Hank
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Wow….one direction, same destination!
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Funny, now that you mention it, how much of our lives we spend and depend on the revolutions.
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I like this take on this prompt and how you describe wheels in all stages of life. Well done.
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It always ends the same way — doesn’t it?
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