when I get to heaven

they came to honor their fallen comrade with pride every one of them had their own unique Harley to ride He was our brother, our kin, our cousin, we loved him too Sixteen of them spoke before the celebration was through A celebration of life, then he was buried with his bike. They all had something wonderful to say about their good friend Mike They headed toward the clubhouse that was right down the road. The only one who stayed behind was their newest member, Toad. I did not know you well, he said to the coffin as it went into the ground. But when I get to heaven, I hope to see you around.