To the Cyclists, to Make Much of Time
GATHER ye road miles while ye may, Old time is still a-flying; And the same silk tire with miles left today Tomorrow will be rot-drying.
The glorious headlamp of heaven the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his Tour be done, And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first, When gum hoods and brake pads are newer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Time consumes them, and they're fewer.
Then be not still, but use your time, And, while ye may, go riding For, having lost but once your prime, You may your time be biding
(based on Robert Herrick's "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time")
Aldo Ross
Middletown, Ohio, USA