Song for “along”

. . .
 
~ Old Bike ~
 
Old bike,
rode it my whole life
Wonder if i might
beat that old bike to the grave
Moon bright
gliding down hillsides
Haze off a porch light
flickers and catches my gaze
 
*
On my bicycle
rolling along
On my bicycle
singing my song
On my bicycle ride
 
wishing “You” ’ll come along
*
 
.
Warm night
riding my soul bike
Doesn’t quite roll right
but it gets me where i need to “be”
There is no guide
life is a slow ride
If you got an old bike
come ride around “here” with me
 
*
On our bicycles
hands in the air
On our bicycles
cycling with care
On our bicycle ride
*
 
.
Everyone’s at it
“alone” sometimes
But it’s better to have
a COmpanION ride
Everyone’s SaturnDay (Chronos > time) “night”
goes wrong sometimes
Along the ride
 
.
Busted and rickety olden bike
Busted and missing a bolt or “5”
Holding together as long as
i am alive
Along the ride
 
.
Ladies and GentleMen,
i despise
Leave ’em alone
as i drive on by
Never imagined it
quite so divine
to glide
Along the ride
 
.
( oh yeah,
it’s the end of the song
…! )
 
.
 
… ❤ … ….
 
.
 

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