
One snowy day I was biking along the mountain with my bike.
 Many spectacular scenes flashed before my eyes.
   In each scene I noticed bike tracks in the snow.
    Sometimes there was a set of footprints,
     other times there were only bike tracks.
      This bothered me because I noticed
      that during the steep parts of the trail,
     when I was suffering from
   anguish, sorrow or defeat,
 I could see the set of footprints. 
So I said to my bike,
"You promised me, bike,
that if I cared for you,
you would give me the ride of my life.
     But I have noticed that during
     the steepest, snowiest parts of the trail
    there have been footprint 
  with the bike tracks in the snow.
 Why, when I needed you most,
have you not been there for me?" 
My bike replied,
 "The times when you have
     seen only bike tracks in the snow,
          is when I carried you.
 These were times that made the footprints worthwhile!"
Daniel Burton with apologies to Mary Stevenson