"Simple Things"

Out the road a few miles, we'd run as a group You couldn't join in, if you didn't own a hoop Not anyone would do it required get up and go It had to have spokes and not buckled you know Then a stick to guide it and smack its round rim To make it go faster and help us stay slim Our journeys were great and distances grew From one mile to ten and "OH" how time flew As older you became, a whole bike was yours Much easier by far to continue our tours We saved shoe leather and softness in the hands Wondering if this happened, in any other lands T'was a time in our youth, before acne and pimples What a wonderful time when all things were simple