You Are A Part Of My Life, My Brother

 

 

You are a part of my life, my brother.

                                    Through years and miles we’ve laughed,

                                                and thrown our machines into the wind,

                                    our only thoughts dwelling on the ride,

                                                and the destination, and the party waiting.

 

You are a part of my life, my brother.

                                    Cleaning and polishing chrome and paint,

                                                ending up with the dirt and grease on us,

                                    happily talking and joking and playing tricks,

                                                and living as if all the good times are forever.

 

You are a part of my life, my brother.

                                    I have shared those grand times with you,

                                                and I have laughed and breathed the rare air,

                                    only given to those of us who reach this height,

                                                and know a sense of freedom denied to most.

 

We’ll continue our life’s ride my brother.

                                    Together, even though life’s miles grow shorter,

                                                and I’ll share with you our losses and grief,

                                    and I’ll shelter some of your hurts in my heart as well,

                                                because, You are a part of my life,    my brother.

                                                                                                               

 

© Lad Carrington - 3/20/1995



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