Low gear.
It’s where you go
when you know
a hill is near.

It helps you climb,
or, when descending,
bide your time,

to make it safe
and easier
(though the road
is steep and rough
and ever-bending),
for you to breathe,
and gently hold the wheel
(or handlebars)
and steer.

even though
you’re not real fast,
you’ve upped your chances
long to last,

and, before long,
your long-sought destination
will appear.

And, I,
for one,
will be a witness
then to cheer.

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