A long break and the rust accumulates on,
Screeching and screaming the wheels roll on.
For unused they have been, on the roads now set on,
Difficult it seems to be for the task to start on.
Oiling for the win, they still seem to dredge on,
The goal not in sight, a mile, a mile they set on.
Pacing themselves sound, steady they go on,
A smooth rhythm they achieve as they glide on.
Waving the bystanders, smilingly they march on,
Reached the goal, never realised how, continue they go on.
So easy it was, retrospectively they see, as upwards they go on.
- Dr. Hira