Dad wanted to teach me
Peddling now hard
Feeling so incredibly free

Learning to ride
Only at the age of seven
Very gratified inside

Although not too steady
Falling hard to the ground
I obviously was not ready

What a bloody mess
For sure I knew
This was some kind of cruel test

Feeling of helplessness
Pain suddenly attacked me
Feeling not in charge now
Of my own destiny

It was me to fully blame
I thought so then
What a darn, sad shame

An unexpected deep cut
Did not see it coming
Surely put me in a rut

Mama sure knew best
Putting medicine on
She said my knee had to rest

How painful and unfair
Riding and feeling good
This was too much to bear

Mama then said
Things can happen at any time
So try and use your own head
Eventually you will feel fine

In all aspects of life
Next time I know
To be very careful
And go cautiously slow

Once in a while
I look down at my knee
That dreadful scar
Stares right back at me

Remembering then
An unexpected twist of fate
Never saw it coming
Was full of sorrow and hate

As painful events
Happen so suddenly
I now try to be in charge
Of my own destiny