catching up with the midnight rider
I miss everything reckless
and I’m bound and determined
to make another run at it
barreling down river road
giving chase to the current
most times it’s impossible
to catch the leader (of the pack)
let alone decipher exactly
who put what in motion
even without all the facts
I’m prepared to move on
singing a song I’ve not forgotten
when once upon a time
I dreamed I was a little girl
march two thousand seventeen
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“He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.” Jonathan swift
My point is nothing will ever happen without some daring as your poem suggests and brings this saying to my mind.
Thank you for visiting and sharing your thoughts on this poem.
Beautiful and inspiring. I love the emotions it invokes.
Thank you, Christy, I appreciate you visiting here on commenting on this piece.
I see you cycling…..
oh yes, absolutely!
I think a song like that is sorely needed.
yes, we can always use more good songs….