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The Ride (RM)

Poetry By: RazorBlade
Thrillers


Tags: The, Ride


The Love of The Ride


Submitted:Feb 7, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


As I bundle up,
the keys in my hand,
I straddle my steel horse,
No rein's to grab,
Just bars in my hands,

No saddle to sit,
Just a seat, leather-ed black,
I start the engine,
feel the thunderous roar,
I put my foot on the brake,
kick the ole girl into gear,

As I release the clutch,
and my ride is so near,
I begin to move forward,
the wind in my face,

I can't help but think,
to all the one's, who's so deprived,
no Air Therapy for them,
a loss of freedom inside,

So ride as much as you can,
that is the measure of true freedom,
hitting the open road,
riding your steel horse,

Fore if you forsake,
a loss of freedom you take,
when you fail to make,
time for the 'The Ride'!





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