Why I Ride My Motorcycle at 120 on City Streets

Why does a squirrel drop from its tree
To bound across an open lawn? Why does
A man want to walk on the moon?
Why does a child stand up in a swing,
Or a woman equipped with an oxygen
Tank want to climb to a place where
There's not enough air? Why does
A monkey pull young tigers' tails?
They do for the thrills, as living life
Safely is boring. You'll live, but you
May as well sleep. Taking chances
Could kill you, and some of us die,
But the ones who survive caper home
With a smile, sensing there's something
We've won.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-11 at 01:49

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On your bike! There are some risks you just have to take. I've been pillion on husbands bike many a time and thought it best not to check the speedometer sometimes. Enjoyed this.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So true. I love this one.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Taking chances is the only way to live and to die satisfied. :)

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
True enough, though thrills come in many forms. Not many forms of risk have more inherent risks than high speed motorcycling. Having said that, go for it and come home smiling.