Not once again

Thought maybe I saw her once again today

I was driving my truck as she scooted the other way

Leather jacket , black gloves and some chaps

Then her little backwards biker's cap

I was surprised when she waved at me

Had to look but another bike I didn't see

How could she have known who was driving that truck

She couldn't know me that's not my kind of luck

Yet the smile is still totally there

Like just another moment we were able to share

Makes me wonder if we'll every share some kind of space

On another day and in a much better place?

Could be that it's nothing but a little dream

That one day I may even figure out what it really means!


An Uncle Charlie Original