Blackie

From the blacktop, an old dirt road to the hollows’ end

A run down house and a barn too dilapidated to mend

Years ago, a place filled with bikes, parts, and fun

With direction from my mentor, my Biker life had begun

I guess he taught me an unwritten code to always live by

Your Biker bros and your scoot come first until you die

Stand firm for everything that you believe to be true

Don’t let the man decide what is right or wrong for you

He walked with a limp, just a reminder of a nasty crash

All he would say was “No one ever died from road rash”

He had also crashed because of love a time or two

Never did he allow his emotions to show through

To Joe Citizen, Blackie was just an outcast of society

But, that old Biker was an icon to my brothers and me

His grave on the hill behind the house still makes me sad

Blackie was not just an old greasy Biker, He was our Dad