by Virgilio A. Yuzon

There is a saying:
           “There are two kinds of riders,
           those who have fallen,
           and those who are about to fall.”

I know a rider
           who has dropped his motorcycle
           on a white sand beach,
           on a faraway wooden bridge
           and in a nearby parking lot.

He has flown off the saddle
          on a steep mountain road,
          fracturing five ribs,
          his steed almost hurtling
          down a deep ravine.

Today he has four new bikes.
          still riding happily,
          still hoping fervently
          the old biker’s saying
          has been exorcised from him.

There really is only one kind of rider —
          The Optimist.

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