A Biker's Journey Home
As the biker rides by,
Eagles soar up in the sky.
With his engine howling at the moon,
You know he’ll be home soon.
His Harley shirt on his back,
And the courage he doesn’t lack.
He left his love behind,
And another, he will never find.
The wind blowing in his hair,
As the people stop and stare.
His bike reflects the moonlight.
Oh, what a beautiful sight!
As the eagles disappear from the sky,
The angels all fly.
He’s one that we will miss,
And his love sends him, one last kiss.
In Loving Memory of Kenneth J. Adams
December 6, 1963-March 29, 2007
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