After the service is over
What do you do with the time
Each goes their separate way
Leaving you another path to climb.

Not ready to be on your own
And knowing he feels the same
Time to straddle the bikes
And find a road to tame.

We rode as if we had a destination in mind
Knowing only that it was time not to think
We let the miles pass beneath us
Taking in the countryside as our common link.

A few days away and back to the present
Time to heal and remember those here
The memories will be close as we pause
But the future still rings in our ear.


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Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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2 Responses to Weekend

  1. Phyllis Sears says:

    Beautiful; glad you two rode; great for clearing the mind and being carefee for a short time. Glad you are doing so well Hugs my dear friend

  2. Jeannie says:

    That sounds like a good thing to do to me.

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