The Leathers

He sat there
The cold liquid quenching his thirst
His iron steed ticked as it cooled
Both thankful for the rest.

His leathers once black and shiny
Like knights of old 
Were now scarred with life experiences
Both good and bad.

He had once gone to find somewhere
And found it was nowhere
It wasn't money or fame
Both he had had.

He had found life
It was not for the taking
It was for the finding
Both he understood now

He looked around
People were dancing with life
Others were drowning
Both places he had been

He looked at his steed
I don't bite you 
You don't bite me
Both understood each other

He closed his eyes
Visions of long rides
Fuel tank always full  
Both made life perfect