Poetry · Writing

a few down the road

two years down the line-

I don’t know where I’ll be.

 

few chances will pass me by

let it slide, making moves and passerby.

 

the loyal ones still riding close

bike seat and shotgun to the right

 

fight until death.

do us part-

 

still riding out

twin sister and balance.

 

never worried we’d make it

rocky launch and smooth sailing-

 

never failing- stopped delaying

embracing a life three years back

 

I’d given up and given it back,

facts.

 

 

 

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