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Harley Rider

Riding into the sunset

Broken dreams left behind,

The young man grips his handlebars

As he listens to his engine whine.

With an angry young heart

And a frown on his face,

His engine is roaring

As he searches for a better place.

The changing of the seasons

Are missed by an angry young soul,

Riding his Harley

He has no place to go.

On his Harley

On yet another cold wet day,

The rain mixes with his tears

As he faces another lonely day.

Stopping near the tossing sea

A touch of salt in the air,

The waters stir something deep

Something he is yet unaware.

His regrets of the past are many

His hopes for the future few,

Closing off an aching heart

He stares into the ocean blue.

Crossing the dry desert

Accompanied by tumbleweeds,

His eyes start to grow misty

As he recalls his youthful misdeeds.

As he rides across the desert

Wishing for a cold beer in his hand,

He smiles at the fond memory

Of a little girl playing in the sand.

His hair that once was shiny black

Is more than touched with gray,

And the smooth skin of a young man

Is only a memory from yesterday.

With the seasons of his youth

Faded and buried away,

He now has the wisdom to see

His mistakes of yesterday.

He wonders about the son he left behind

A boy who is now a man,

He faintly recalls his little girl’s face

And the gentle touch of her hand.

Climbing the snowy mountains

He hurries up his pace,

As he heads home at last

With a big smile on his face.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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