A poem then, for that particular young man, and for all of the others who risk their lives on the roads. There are so many...
He went past, faster than the speed limit says
and not as safe as the law says he should be.
No helmet, hair blowing in the wind, his
motorbike is a weapon of mass distraction
from life’s rules. I can only ponder the mind
of one so clueless and hope he has a lot more
good luck than he has common sense.
And I fear for his parents and others who
love him. Every man is someone’s son…