Jazzy

Jazzy(by Folma) I sense in your voice, that your time is near, you gave it your best, face it with out any fear. I will remember the grins, we shared so clear, the good times, not many but cherished so dear. You fought like a trooper, right up to the end, I will remember you dear, as a very fine friend. A winner a grinner, a gifted young lady, who was taken to early, and will be missed sadly. I will share my pain, as I have explained, through brotherhood, we will make it my gain. You must remember our deal, to meet me when my turn, and to take my vest with you, or my heart will burn I will continue to ride, with new bike and pride, bearing your name, my love I will not hide. I wish you will join me, on rides in the sun, jamming the highways, and just having fun. You need not worry, as stupid I am not, I will go on living, the life I have got. My friends know how I feel, and will be here, to help me, when your time comes my dear. With tears in my eyes, that I can not hold back, I wish you safe passage, from this world. And when my time has come, I will face it with glee, just knowing your already there, waiting for me. If I am right this is just farewell, and not good-bye. Sweet dreams sweetheart.           Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 06:17 PM PST   0 • 1