Peddlar featured at the Poets' Asylum on September 8, 2003 and gave us this poem to include on our website. Thanks Peddlar!

Bikers

Bikers are a strange breed-
Because when it come to living,

Men act like they're going to live forever
And feel short changed 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-
So- what other measure-
In dollars and cents-
Bikers measure- in speed and chrome
-cast iron and stainless steel-
-black rubber - engine power

And it's what your gauges measure that counts...
Not other's expectations.

It's twisting the wick
Snapping the next gear
Going down the red line
While you streak down the white line.

Leaving alll 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.

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© Copyright 2003 Peddlar.