Miles is a name with a curious flair, A unit for distance, but who really cares? One to measure the roads or mark out the sky, Yet here it's a name, and oh, what a guy! With footsteps that wander and dreams that aspire, He wanders through life like a string on a lyre. From zero to plenty, he strides with a grin, Traversing the world, and not just in spin. Though his name seems a journey, a laugh long and wide, In the end, it's just Miles—along for the ride.