Why I Ride My Motorcycle at 120 on City Streets

Why does a squirrel drop from its tree
To bound across an open lawn? Why does
A man want to walk on the moon?
Why does a child stand up in a swing,
Or a woman equipped with an oxygen
Tank want to climb to a place where
There's not enough air? Why does
A monkey pull young tigers' tails?
They do for the thrills, as living life
Safely is boring. You'll live, but you
May as well sleep. Taking chances
Could kill you, and some of us die,
But the ones who survive caper home
With a smile, sensing there's something
We've won.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-11 at 01:49

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