Dad's Old Motorcycle

Dad's old motorcycle will never go out of style
Sitting in front of him singing songs as we ride 
Across the city, feeling lucky
Those were the days that have now gone by

Then I got too big to sit in front of him
Guess the back will have to do 
We still rode around singing songs
Across the city, feeling lucky
Those were the days that have now gone by

Fast forward a few years 
His motorcycle broke down 
We don't ride it anymore
Don't sing songs around the town 

If I could go back in time
One more motorcycle ride 
Is all I'd ask for 
There's nothing I want more

13 January, 2021
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Rose  Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 5:18 AM
What beautiful memory dear Shreya, thank you for sharing this delightful entry, I didn't go on a motorcycle til' I was in my forties, must have been nice to grow up feeling a natural on one. Enjoyed your entry thanks for joining a big Congratulations on your win.
Ln Avatar
January 18, 2021 at 2:58 AM
Thank you so much!
Allison Avatar
January 13, 2021 at 7:40 AM
wonderful memories of by gone days:-) hugs jan xx
Ln Avatar
January 18, 2021 at 2:59 AM
Thank you :)
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