The Big Bikes

After all these years,

The urge should be gone.

I should enjoy

Driving my car home.

But, I still miss those

Two wheel killers,

The cold winter rides

And the high speed thrillers.

I miss the leadership

Of Lieutenant Eike,

The closeness we shared

When I rode the bike.

I miss the honor

When my squad called me "Boss."

I miss old Silver,

My two wheeled hoss.

I miss the laughter,

We used to share.

The squad poker parties

When all were there.

But bad news comes

With the passing of time.

The years have taken

Many friends of mine.

I still get the bad news

When a buddy passes away,

It hurts to the bone,

To this very day.

But good memories are stored

And I'll forever recall,

My buddies on the BIG BIKES,

One and all.

Willie P. 11/21/22

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