My Leathers
My leathers have been with me since I started motorcycling,
I tend to wear them whenever I’m riding.
They are faded from the elements, stretched and saggy fromuse,
but they still keep me from taking abuse.
My leathers bare the scars, scrapes and abrasions from a fewslips and some spills,
and my leathers still keep me warm from those morning chills.
Despite them being my body guard we have become old friends,
going on long rides together taking on hills, valleys andbends.
My leathers have sheltered me from the rain and from the fog,
they even have blocked the bite of an angry dog.
They have protected me from flying rocks and from bugs,
and have been on the receiving end of many hugs.
My leathers have shaded me from the blistering sun,
on a long, dry and hot Texas run.
Over time they have become supple and comfortable like awell broken in boot,
as a bonus, there’s a place for my gun in case I need toshoot.
My leathers are getting old, wrinkly and are slightlytattered,
but they continue to protect me from getting battered.
They have screened me from the wind,
and they will stay with me to the end.
But at the end of this long ride,
it’s not just a cows hide,
It’s my skin.
© 2012 - Torch
Ride on,
Torch
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