You were just To-To Cool
Everyone else just looked like a fool
With your slicked back hair you had no worries or cares
You walked with such ease and grace
Each step at your I'm so cool pace
You dressed with such style
Blue jeans, t-shirts, and a ball cap once in a while
But when you put on your motorcycle clothes
You would look the coolest of all
Your black leather jacket, your blue jeans and leather chaps, your Harley boots and your snoopy hat, your goggles and gloves, while sending a little prayer above
Then you would get on that awsome motorcycle and ride on out of sight
You were just To-To Cool...
The coolest of cool
You were the coolest biker I ever knew
This poem was written for my dad who was a simple man. On sunny days he was a motorcycle rider enjoying the lay of the land taking in the well ridden Texas roads. When he came home to his family we would ask how was your ride? He always said it was just to to cool!
Hence the reason for the dash because he would say it so fast. Sorry for the misuse of “Too” or “To” he would have just appreciated the reason for him being the coolest of cool.
Lounging in the sunshine was always his way.
Oh how I miss him on those sunny days.
For I think of him so very often.
He's gone but he will never be forgotten.
I'm so sad that he had to leave me so soon.
What I wouldn't give for one more sunny afternoon.
I miss you Dad-
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