ok Terry suggested sending these replys to hallmark so i wrote an ode ...see im thinking I could perhaps sit in silence and await the royalties im due....why do you ride?
ODE TO THE BIKER
He touched the jacket , leathered and worn,
holes protruding from memories all born,
Gently he caressed the old dented helmet,
glad he had never had to sell it.
One more ride, one more road,
heavy of heart heavy of load,
he polished the bike with an oily old rag,
took down his boots and packed a bag.
he straddled the bike and let out a sigh,
so much of life had passed him by,
familiar vibrating touched his skin,
the sense of freedom sinking within.
closing his eyes , feeling her power,
the perfect lover, the perfect hour.
Thru rain and wind she carried him along,
soothing his soul, singing his song,
the strident mistress, she claimed his life,
carrying him thru,heartache and strife.
one more ride one more road,
heavy of heart heavy of load,
an ode to the biker weary with years,
as he felt his mistress between his legs.