Weathered Old Biker

OLD WEATHERED BIKER Come sit by my side and stories be told of bikes and good times on open road Winding our way to destinations desired under wind, rain and sun all mired Nature reminding us of its command take in its grandeur from hills to sand Conversation with those who are there living the dream with experiences to share A beer, a laugh and a wave goodbye we will meet again when the day is nigh Old boots now sit with leather in strife a revealing glimpse to a wilder life Us replicas as dust gathers round weathered old men riding wheels to the ground Once young and full of passionate desire now happy to reminisce by an open fire Come sit by my side and I will reveal life lived unabashed and truly real Man and his bike forever entwined till death do part and one left behind