Farewell My Friend
FAREWELL MY FRIEND
Within the heart of this gentle man, rocked the storm
Of the open highway, a blazing passion that burnt and
Singed at his inner soul spirit.
Spiritual kindred of the Harley idealism, born to be free,
Living with the wind beneath his wings of cycle chrome,
An eagle silhouette beneath the horizons lost venues,
Of the routes less traveled by.
Oh God bless this lost road warrior, for he tried
His best to live by the rules of honor, bravery,
And courage.
Beneath those wrinkles of age, a sparkle lit within
Those eyes that remained timeless, but only a biker
Can truly understand such passion that drove such
A gentlemen such as this friend of mine, known
Simply as Tattoo.
Oh the open highway is a harsh mistress, clashing
Hard with the review mirror of reality, betrayed by
The warmth of sorrows distrusting female, it was
All that remained left unto he whom loved her
Best, but the lure of drugs took him away,
Leaving us to wonder why?
It is said that God protects the meek and mild,
If this is true, may he stand at the right side of
The good and just. Beyond these troubling shores,
That seemed to bare down upon him so.
Let the divine winds of grace always remain
At his back, as the breezes of freedom blow
Through his graying hair, riding onto the last roads
Eternal highway on his majestic Harley, we bid
Tattoo a toast in destiny’s honor and fellowship.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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