Bikers
Bikers are a strange breed
Because when it comes to living
Most men act like they’re going
To live forever
And feel shortchanged
When they don’t
But most bikers know the truth
When it comes to life
We’re all just passing through
So you might as well enjoy the ride
What others measure
In dollars and cents
Most bikers measure
In speed and chrome
Cast iron — stainless steel
Black rubber — engine power
And it’s what your gauges
Measure that counts
Not other people’s expectations
It’s twisting the wick
Snapping the next gear
Going down the red line
While you streak
Down the white line
Leaving all the citizens
To stay in line
‘Cause you know the truth. . .
We’re all just passing through
And heaven is just one more gear up.
By My Good Friend & Highway Poet
K. Peddlar Bridges
Check the Highway Poet website if you feel like it.
