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Words, Mere Words • Poetry
Words, Mere Words • Poetry
Copyright © 2006 John P M Dillon
Ride
Strap on your helmet and ride
Ride
Buckle the boots
Zip up the leathers
Claw into the gauntlets
Ride
Ride
Curvy roads
Grippy tires
Warm sun
Cool breeze
Ride
Ride
Joyous futures
Happy pasts
The now
Ride
Ride
With friends
With family
With welcome strangers
Ride
Ride
Reflection
Expectation
Anticipation
Ride
Ride
Tingling thumping V-twin
Thrilling freedom
Unfolding scenic highways
Ride
Ride
Into the sun
The rain
The days
The nights
Ride
Ride
Into the heavens
Ride
In memory of Beth Flores, with whom I worked, who died in a motorcycle crash 1 Oct 6. Her passenger, her 9-year-old son, was injured, but the 17-year-old who crossed into her lane was not.
To my friends and family who worry about my motorcycling, I can only say "I'm Becarefulling." None of us are immortal. Some of us will end our days full of regrets for things not done; too few will exit this existence while enjoying what they love. I hope that when my moment arrives, its schedule will coincide with one of joy or pleasure.
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