Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

A Motorcycle and Leather Bag

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)

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Sunshine White February 21, 2017 at 4:17 PM Like this poem very much

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 21, 2017 at 3:21 PM I like :)

Olise Egbune February 21, 2017 at 9:21 AM great piece.