Many A Bro


Many a Bro has burned the candle at both ends.
Many a Bro has partied hearty with his friends.
Many a Bro has lamented much to late,
sex, drugs and motorcycles have sealed my fate.

Life is altered as time warps and bends,
look back through your rose colored lens.
remember that younger tougher son of a bitch,
the one that would rather fight than switch.

You served a year of hard time for him.
That was back when they still called ya slim
You looked at the sun an straddled your ride
things looked good much later you'd decide

You left that motorcycle somewhere in a ditch,
as ya got straight and tried to make it rich.
until ya realized the rules you couldn't abide,
than out of the blue you knew ya lived to ride

You look up at the cold September moon,
as ya listen to the daul pipe rumbling tune.
the trill is still the same in corner tight,
as you thunder through this autumns night.

You still ride with zeal, wild and bold.
even though your body starts to grow old,
spirits are lifted with wind in your face,
you may just live to win life's race.

you are a little grayer, a little more bent,
a little heavier, but a whole lot more content.
roll to a stop, shut it down, lean the bike on it's stand
stretch your legs, as the dawn sun rises grand.

Life's troubles in mind and soul fade to gray.
the highway rolls on black and away.
You look at the sun and straddle your pride,
on a day beautiful as this, there's nothing left but to ride.