My hands are clenched around chrome bars.
The engines rumble sounds so sweet.
I twist the throttle with my palm.
The world slips by beneath my feet.
The slapping of my leathers
and raging winds on either side,
drum a beat of sweet contentment
as I ride this, my last ride.
Alone on my tin pony,
to the heavens I've been called,
but fret not, my dear loved ones,
I'm not lonely here at all.
The landscape now is just a blur
as tears stream from my eyes.
My bike and I leap forward,
off into the calling skies.
I hope I touched your lives one day
and left a treasured mark.
Now I ride on to FOREVER,
with your memory in my heart.
by: Frank Clark
