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)