Today has been one of those difficult ones... Ive kept telling myself Im ok, I can handle things on my own I done it before and I will again. But Im finding that my fuse is alot shorter personally I think Im pissed off being on my own now and have to stop telling myself Im ok when in reality im far from it.

I found this poem my uncle wookie sent to me, a reminder that everything and everyone ceases to be sometime but its good to reflect on the positive. He said this poem reminded him of me and him and now I can see why.

Saying Good-bye


The most beautiful sight that I have ever seen,
Is of a little old man on his foreign 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;

I saw him downtown early the next day,
He looked so sad, so lonely, so far away;
I walked up to him and asked if he was all right,
He told me he had never seen such a sight;

The women riding so tough on their bikes,
In skimpy little shorts, or pants so tight;
The men looked the same so full of pride,
Standing and protecting their radical rides;

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 foreign machine.

Author Unknown.