Hello? Are you zhere?
Many cycles rides were ridden.
Many fights were taken.
Many a mountain trail was trod,
Yet none with a piston rod.
Sunrises and sunsets from mountain tops were a plenty
Black, but stary nights as a canopy.
But not as many books were read
And that i hold against my head!
Many things have happened, some exciting, some personal, some sad,
Yet not a word have i said.
Life, the French teach us, is such.
Yet, all is well, for me, that is much.
And yes, I are here.
For now :)
Many fights were taken.
Many a mountain trail was trod,
Yet none with a piston rod.
Sunrises and sunsets from mountain tops were a plenty
Black, but stary nights as a canopy.
But not as many books were read
And that i hold against my head!
Many things have happened, some exciting, some personal, some sad,
Yet not a word have i said.
Many a saddle sore have i since nursed,
Yet with a motorcycle have i not conversed.Life, the French teach us, is such.
Yet, all is well, for me, that is much.
And yes, I are here.
For now :)
