Parting Shot: The Old Man and the Motorcycle

By Liam Rector

 

The old man had cancer

And the old man’s wife was dead

And the old man’s kids were indifferent

 

So the old man sold most everything

And the old man bought a motorcycle

And the old man got back

 

To the backgrounds, to the roads he’d enjoyed

So much as a young man,

And the old man figured what the hell,

 

I’m sick I don’t have long I might

As well die falling off this thing

Somewhere: this affordable, this moving,

 

This very last roaring thing on these roads