On The Motorcycle

In the air as I flew, I wonder if my rider then knew, That in a few moments we would both be dead How I wish, that I had a helmet on my head. Everyday before we went for a ride He wouldn't wear a hemet because of his pride, I asked him for a helmet and he always said "No" Now, we both have died. He had told me that a helmet I need never to wear So, instead I always said a prayer He also swore to me that we would never crash Now in a few moments, my skull will be mash. I wonder how much pain there is in death As I take my final breath, Pretty soon I will be crashing into the concrete Then my blood and I will be smeared upon the street. I now see his body sliding upon the road As though he was a fired torpedo, His teeth and his blood and his shoe are now on the ground Oh Lord, he is making such a horrible sound. I see pieces of the motorcycle passing me by How I wish for my partner that I could cry, Now I see his crushed head mixed with the wrecks; I am now next. Randy L. McClave