A motorcycle and leather bag,
life seemed so perfect then
When everything I cared about…
my backseat was for them
The world was such a smaller place,
ideas grandiose
To wander aimlessly I did,
and never be morose
The road became my staunchest friend,
new places passing by
Those girls I met, the love I spent,
the promise in their eyes
That special place my memory held,
for years now time sets free
A motorcycle—a leather bag,
and all that was to be
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
A motorcycle and leather bag,
life seemed so perfect then
When everything I cared about…
my backseat was for them
The world was such a smaller place,
ideas grandiose
To wander aimlessly I did,
and never be morose
The road became my staunchest friend,
new places passing by
Those girls I met, the love I spent,
the promise in their eyes
That special place my memory held,
for years now time sets free
A motorcycle—a leather bag,
and all that was to be
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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