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.


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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