The man stood alone on the peak overlooking his life,
He was leaving behind him all the heartbreak and strife.
As he drank yet another swallow from his flask,
He felt he'd failed in his life's given tasks.
He lit a cigarette and walked to the edge of the peak,
And with tears looked to the sky for the answers he'd seek.
A good full life he had lived,
He thought he'd given all he could give.
He devoted his life to help others and was a good dad,
Yet now in his heart all he could feel was sad.
From younger days running the strip,
To future days taking the family vacation trip.
All seemed to be in its right place,
Yet something in his life he could not face.
He stood looking into the night's darken lair,
He knew the reason he'd been call there.
He remembered the days when he'd been called to war,
And how so many had died fighting that Evil Whore.
Would they have lived a good life, had beautiful children, and a loving wife?
Would they have made something if they had a second chance at life?
Would they more importantly be proud of the life he'd made?
Would their lives been better had they stayed?
Now years have past and each day has haunted his mind,
To him Life's ways had not been very kind.
He walked over to his bike and removed a crumpled picture,
It was of a time of his happiness, of that he was sure.
It showed a lovely blonde bending next to her child,
The thoughts of his time with her drove him wild.
She'd been by his side through darkness and light,
She'd given him the strength he needed to continue his fight.
He was dying yet he wanted to make best her life.
She was his final happiness given from the Lord above.
He'd finally gotten to know the meaning of true love.
He again returned to his bike, placing the picture in its place,
He remembered her love and her tender grace.
He removed a package from his saddle bags,
It was full of foreign mail tags.
He opened the box that contained but 3 items in its space
Inside lay a medal, a badge, and a lonely cross
He returned to the ledge and he began to dig a hole,
He placed inside the box that contained his haunted soul.
Gently he covered the box, stood and snapped a salute,
Then he pressed it solid with the heal of his boot.
Then he said these words to the silence that surrounded him,
"I've done my best, and owned up to my mistakes, I leave behind me the life I've lived and all my regrets"
And he gave a final salute to the deceased vets
He walked back and sat again on the bike looking out over the darkness
He returned home early that next morning
Silently he removed pictures and awards that reflected his past
As he packed them he smiled and silently said " I'm happy at last"
He then walked up the spiral stairs and looked into each room,
He no longer felt all that impending doom.
There were his boys fast asleep in their beds,
He prayed only happy thoughts enter their heads.
Then he opened his bedroom door,
Then he stepped in just a little more.
"Are you alright hun?"
"And is what you had to do done?"
He didn't answer but he took her in his arms,
There he'd protect her from all life's harms.
He kissed her passionately on the lips,
As his trembling hands held her about her hips.
Now the aged biker sits on his porch with the one who saved his life,
He'd finally found happiness and peace,
As he held onto the hand of his wife.
He looked at her and smiled and said
"I'll love you 4-ever"
And that's the way it went.
Till in another life they'd live and love again for all eternity as ONE....
***Dedicated to Forsaken Bitch (Mary), my future wife. For without her "Biker 1" would have been played out and ended for good. She's my reason to believe in miracles......
Renegadelvr
