It's Hard To Ride With Tears In Your Eyes

By Milton E. McKinney ©

aka  Breaktrack.

I found out something interesting today, it almost caused me to wreck.

Something was different, a new element added, something I think you should check.

I was riding through a small country town you see, something I normally do.

And it’s just so important I just could not wait, to share this danger with you.

It’s hard to ride, with tears in your eyes, as you ride so slow and straight.

They come out of the blue, for some unknown cause, and problems they’ll create.

They blur your vision and put a lump in your throat, and you’ll weave to and fro.

You’ll try to figure out from whence they came, and then, where did they go?

This strange effect was brought about by some things that I did see,

An old fellow there, in an old uniform, saluting you and me,

His wife was there too, waving a flag, from her little electric cart.

Another fine man is sitting on the curb, with his hand placed over his heart.

Those little kids from the daycare there, all standing just off of the street

All of them standing and waving at us with flags in their hands so sweet.

Just staring at all of the bikes going by with their pipes so loud and blaring

None of them old enough yet to understand this respectful display of caring.

There was no need for fanfare, or fireworks, or even high school marching bands.

Flags were planted along the street, hanging from the trees, or held in the hands.

Everyone that we could see from the start of our ride all the way to the end,

Had a very strong personal message inside they thought was important to send.

For all of them standing outside on the curb, or sitting alongside the street,

Were hoping to honor this fallen hero whom they would never meet.

They showed their respect and all of their love for the ultimate sacrifice

They understand where freedom lives and who had paid the price.

So you see how it is when you’re riding along and the tears come into your eyes.

But we don’t worry about it too much because everyone who cares sometimes cries.

You have to blink real fast to try and clear them to carry on.

And I think it’s a problem we can handle anyway, whenever a hero is gone.

Copy right ©2006 by Milton McKinney