Riding my bike, hair and helmet to the wind,
I was going to visit a dear ol friend,
A trucker turned that curve dragging me to the ground,
he was not paying attention to the other drivers around
2and1/2 miles later appeared my angel in disguise,
making the driver pull over, making him aware and wise
My life was battered by this mistake so great,
leaving me to wonder what was to be my fate,
Call the ambulance; for, I need one now!
How could this happen Lord, please, tell me how?
I lay still on the ground broken and torn,
I hurt so bad; Lord, It even hurt to mourn
Ambulance carried me away on a stretcher, sirens and lights ablaze,
I barely had a memory; for, everything was like a maze!
Motorcyclists are human; so, please be aware,
Enter and exit interstates with caution and care!
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