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