A Poem
Thanks to Crazy Dave from the HondaShadow.Net forum for his permission to repost this.
*******************************
The Treasure
By CrazyDave
There it lay
covered in hay
dirty rusted and bent
to his friends it looked
like trash
but to him it was heaven sent
he paid the man fifty bucks
and not a penny more
hauled it off in a rented truck
and went about the work to restore
hours turned into days and then weeks
as he scoured for parts hard to find
every other aspect of his life was just a blur
as the bike occupied his mind
matching paint looking at pics
of bikes from a time gone by
he never really thought he would get it right
but he was sure going to give it a try
set backs seemed to be the norm
and redos were a common thing
but he never really seemed to get all
that mad but a familar song he’d sing
it was a tune his dad once taught him
so many years ago
and it got him through the times in his life
when fate had struck him a blow
A month turned into two then three , four
and finally a year
just a few small details and the completion
was finally near
He primed the bike turned on the gas
and kicked it’s ancient mill to life
stood back and admired his work along
with his daughter and wife
He rode it to town and stored it in the barn
looked at it and smiled kinda sad
Wiped it down with a terry cloth and with a tear in his
eye, said this is for you dad
That very bike was his fathers he rode it the day he
died
He sat on the bike , thought of his dad and finally broke
down and cried
