That Is The Day

Posted by Brad Osborne on May 14, 2019 · 4 Comments 

That Is The Day ^©

 

^{It started early,}

^{can’t say exactly when.}

^{Almost like a tickle,}

^{though I knew even then,}

^{that twist of grip and rush of wind}

^{would always be a friend.}

 

^{Exuberant youth spent}

^{riding anything that runs.}

^{Chasing down tree-lined valleys}

^{to catch the setting sun.}

^{Swapping tales of rides gone by}

^{and dreams of rides to come.}

 

^{In the summer of life,}

^{filled with family and friends.}

^{The road, life reflected,}

^{full of turns, twists, and bends.}

^{Nicer bikes, the longest rides,}

^{thinking summer won’t end.}

 

^{Then so quickly time passes,}

^{now in the fall of my years,}

^{I still love the wind}

^{and the stomping of gears.}

^{I have lived a biker’s life,}

^{yet now I ride with one fear.}

 

^{When the time comes}

^{that I can no longer roam,}

^{when the saddle calls}

^{denied by failed body or bone,}

^{that is the day, Lord,}

^{to call me on home.}

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