When a Hell's Angel Gets Old
When a Hell’s Angel Gets Old
By Elton Camp
Zeke joined the gang when eighteen
Roaring down the road was so keen
A Harley was the only thing he’d ride
And sneered if a family sedan he spied
“A motorcycle I’ll ride all my life
With my old lady, never with a wife.”
He loved to see folks cringe with fear
Anytime he happened to come near
He liked drinking beer and smoking pot
Concerned for his future, he was not
“I’ll ride the roads until the day I die
So always remain a very fearsome guy.”
Despite the life for which Zeke did yearn,
Time proved to be the fire in which all burn
Eventually, he became old and gray
And had to put his motorbike away
The front he attached to his wheelchair
For about the open road he did so care
The chair shows how he still does feel
With its headlight, handlebars and wheel
In Wal-Mart on Zeke’s shopping day
Folks quickly move out of his way
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