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.

~~~



Comments
20 Responses to “That Is The Day”
  1. beth says:

    a passionate biker

  2. I know this to be the truth of your spirit.

  3. Anonymous says:

    I can relate
    Thank you much for sharing

  4. Jim Borden says:

    how nice that you have found something you love so much and have been able to pursue for so long. I wish you many more years on the road!

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    Plenty more miles to ride and sunsets to watch. By the way, I like the bigger font.

  6. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Great work my friend! Time and time passed is implacable…

  7. jonicaggiano says:

    This is so lovely Brad. I am glad you have a sport you enjoy so much. I also relate to the aging issue. When I can no longer do for myself, I too, hope God will take me home. Beautiful piece Brad. Love and warm hugs 🤗 Jonikins

  8. kristianw84 says:

    I am glad you have found something that brings you so much joy!

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