Lonesome Echoes

The Mysterious Biker

My summer morning stroll down the road

For exercise, fresh air and peace of mind

Took me not far from my comfortable abode

When I met a man of the easy rider kind

Seeming to have bike trouble, I offered my phone,

But he told me he stopped his Harley to rest

A brawny, clean cut man, on his own

Many hard times, his aged face would suggest

Briefly exchanging words, he said, "It's time to ride"

Like he had a special purpose to travel on

I couldn't perceive, no matter how I tried

Why I didn't see him as he passed by my front lawn

Observing the road, no tracks from the rear

A puzzling situation in such an eerie way

He went out of sight as he hit the last gear

And the mystery of the biker stands to this day.

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