This in honor of the 6 we lost in December of 1999.
A Biker's Ride
Thank you for always going out of your way
To all the Bikers in the U S A.
Years ago you were considered bad
And I think this is very sad.
Because of your tattoos and unshaven beard
You were stared at and often feared.
Beneath your leathers and chains of gold
Is a loving person with a heart and soul.
Every year on Memorial Day
When for our Veterans and dead we pray,
Hundreds of bikers gather together
No matter the time or kind of weather.
When all of your families are off having fun
You might be off on a poker run,
To gather together toys or money
For a sick child or homeless family.
You make these runs many times a year
You are people who really do care.
I remember in January on a very cold day
You were all lined up in a certain way,
Paying tribute to your "other brother",
Always there for one another.
Tim Jackson used to say, "This parade is for me!"
He was a biker you could plainly see.
This parade, Tim, was in honor of you,
And for Paul, James, Joseph, and Jeremiah too!
In a frigid wind you made that run
To raise money for the Firefighters' Fund.
As you started your bikes and began to depart
The picture of you captured my heart.
When money is needed, all the people need do is ask
Without hesitation, you're there in a flash.
For all the wonderful things that you do
If you have second thoughts about bikers - think again
For someday you might need some of them.
And on their kindness you can always depend,
In bikers you will always find a Lasting Friend.
By Sue A. Ciuffredo
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