A motorcycle and leather bag,
life seemed so perfect then
When everything I cared about…
my backseat was for them
The world was such a smaller place,
ideas grandiose
To wander aimlessly I did,
and never be morose
The road became my staunchest friend,
new places passing by
Those girls I met, the love I spent,
the promise in their eyes
That special place my memory held,
for years now time sets free
A motorcycle—a leather bag,
and all that was to be
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The Future To The Past
To tell if you’re a Poet,
from the first line to your last
Do your words connect with feeling,
—the future to the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Abandoned And Now Gone
We’ve popularized everything,
from the classic to the crass
And in doing so, we’ve lost ourselves,
neck deep in the morass
If everything is AOK,
then what the hell is wrong
Those standards that we’ve built upon,
—abandoned and now gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)