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
Copyright © Shreya Ln | Year Posted 2021
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