Greybeard lifts his head to see,
New riders on the road,
He contemplates the world today,
His heart a heavy load.
The shiny chrome,
And leather chaps,
A man will never make,
weekend costume is donned again
By every kind of fake.
Silly questions, are always asked,
“which oil do I use?”
“If I do this, I heard it said,
the warranty I lose”
“I’m cool now, wherever I go,
03FlhBlaBlaBla shall be my sig
tell the truth, do these chaps,
make my ass look big?”
This is but a part of it,
All of us went through,
Now much older looking back,
I know I did it too,
But add these silly questions,
From a young man with a heart,
Like 1947
All things have a start.
Should we fail to pass along,
Our knowledge of today,
The biker as we know it,
Will one day fade away,
The thunder of tomorrow,
A legacy quite proud,
Show them all it’s glory,
In numbers ride it loud.
So Greybeards lift your heads,
New riders on the road,
Tell them stories of patches,
Around the fire sewed,
Remember how much dirt is sifted
In the days of old,
When miners moved a ton of rock,
To therein find the gold