Today,
Head bowed hands behind back,
Teared showers fell from Heavens gate,
Crowds lined streets,
As your Oak set casket,
Adored coloured bouquets,
Framed a picture,
Resting.
Silent sobs raised on shoulders weep,
Chorus of Motorbikes,
Leather uniform,
Fine tuned song,
Rev up engines,
Become your guide,
and the followers soldier on.
The road is long,
Bending at the curb,
And, the mourners take the signal,
Slowly moving on.
Friends so young,
Come together as one,
To pay their last respects,
A hard hitting realism,
that one of their own has gone.
May your soul that was taken,
On that fated day,
Rest in tranquil settings,
By the crystal aqua lake,
and the Dove of Peace,
Become your wings to fly.


~sugar~
















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