If you find the answer to your life’s question,
please let me know.
The world could use a little wisdom from a man with long hair and a harley.
You, lone wolf, come back to us in the leaves every spring,
because you never failed to remind us that life was worth living. and you come to us in the bare trees in the fall, because you never failed to tell us that death is never pretty.
A door with clippings of veterans long and recently passed
while your name remains on the black wall along with the deceased.
Why did you have to leave?
Vietnam was no way to go, but neither was your way.
If a motorcycle crash can evoke the emotions of hundreds of people,
then bombing the innocent could crash our
humanity into the cloud dust of hell. And don’t wait for the silver linings to show themselves, for they are only reflections of the flames.