The most beautiful sight that I have ever seen, Is of a little old man on his Harley machine; He was sitting in line waiting to pay, At the entrance of a campground on a hot summer day; His bike was all dirty and covered with grime, You could tell he had been riding a very long time; I told him he could camp anywhere that he liked, He just stood there for minute and looked at his bike; He pushed his bike up under a tree, Sitting for a moment just looking at me; He looked to me like he was saying goodbye, I wanted to know the who, where and why; He pulled out a tarp, bungies and bag, Then wiped down his bike with a greasy old rag; He placed his bag real close to his bike, Laid down and went to sleep for the night; Some forty-nine years ago, he said, we started a ride, My brothers, my sisters, my wife and I; From Michigan lakes to Dakota hills, On our Harley machines, those wonderful wheels; We never thought it would come to this, A sight that I knew, I couldn’t miss; You see little lady, this is my last time, I just came to tell a very old friend goodbye; Young lady I have lived a very, very long life, I have lost all my friends and even my wife; My daughter and my son are both gone too, I have done all the things I have wanted to do; As I said, I am, just here to say goodbye, To a very old friend before I die; Pappy and I are all that are left, I just cannot keep traveling, every year out west; I had to tell this wonderful man goodbye, I did not want him to see the tears in my eyes; I saw Pappy later on that afternoon, I had a feeling he would also be leaving soon; Back at the campground, later that night, Under the tree was someone else’s bike; When we got home I heard Pappy died, I hope my friend got to say his goodbyes; Sometimes times I see him deep in my dreams, That little old man on his Harley machine.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 23:19:39 +0000
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