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