Octogenarian On Wheels Dedicated To My Brother, Jim Page, Whose Daughter

Pat recently sent him a bubble-maker to be attached to his 10-speed bicycle. See him wheeling down the road amidst a cloud of bubbles;
His white locks flying in the breeze, he's shedding all his troubles.
He cares no whit for cheers or jeers that follow in his wake
For the roads he chooses differ oft from those the other take. The birds on wing look down in awe. "He's just our kind of guy,
If he had wings instead of arms, we'd teach him how to fly."
We thank you kindly, birds, for caring, but there's no need for trying.
Though it may look like he's earthbound, at heart he's really flying.

by Olive Page Delano

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