I Got Myself a Harley

The joy of owning my first Harley

At forty-four I was losing my zest.
My emptiness needed a good, healthy rest.
I dug in my heart. The answer was clear!
Get a new Harley. It took me a year.

Of dangling that carrot, to keep me inspired.
Dreams of the “Fat Boy”, I deeply admired.
Kept my eyes focused on seeing this thru.
I, now, am an owner. My dream has come true.

Going down the highway, the wind in my face,
Gives me a feeling, you just can’t replace,
A freedom, these words of mine couldn’t explain.
It’s Heaven and Earth. Being born, once again.

It’s joy, at it’s purest! There’s nothing more fun!
It’s hearing that engine! You all know the one.
It’s rounding them corners, and kicking in gear!
It’s worry and stress as they both disappear!

We love the excitement—my girl and my boy.
At five, she’s my “mama.” She loves our new toy.
My boy, he’s so proud. You would think it is his.
It’s into his blood now—so really it is.

And so I can say that my void has been filled.
The finest machine (with two wheels) man can build,
Is parked in my garage at the end of long days,
Changing my life in so many fond ways.

Each day I thank God for the gift I’ve received.
My hopes of a Harley, I finally achieved.
Boredom is something, no longer, I know.
I now have excitement, wherever I go.