In memory of the many miles we spent together, on two wheels, on the road.
Cruising Forward
By Franklin Price
1/28/2022
As I am moving forward
You're still with me on the ride
We're cruising down the highway
On our Harleys side by side
The wind is blowing through your hair
Sun has tanned your lovely face
In leathers red, you pull ahead
To prepare for me a place
The fringes on your coat and chaps
Are waving in the air
You look back, and smile at me
I still know you really care
Your hand twists on the throttle
As you shift a higher gear
My eyes are dampened by the breeze
As you quickly disappear
Then I hear a noise behind me
It's the rumble of your bike
You fall in right beside me
In the place that we both like
Your spirit still rides with me
Though you're with God in the sky
The road ahead is waiting
“See you later, not goodbye”
On this road there's many paths
As many rights as there are lefts
With street names like Wandering Day
And Restless Nights along the way
How many times has this vagabond been
On the road of "Don't Go There Again"
There's an empty house on the cul-de-sac
With people in but they're without
Where there never seems to be enough
Welcome to new America
Knock if you like, you're welcome in
Into the house of "Don't Go There Again"
With youth not like back in the day
Innocence packed up tight and shipped away
A crazy attitude to life's demands
How many told they could but find they can't
What's in is out, what's out is in
As we fall in line with "Don't Go There Again"
Your head spins round, completely numb
With your mind being filled with daily junk
You order some sanity on the side
Would you like to up the size
In the drive through line you pull ahead
As they hand you the bag of "Don't Go There Again"
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