DS Friends- Life and Love
True life--True Friends-True Love
As we pass through this life
Many thing come and go
Friends that we love dearly
And others we have came to know
Some we consider closest friends
Other are those we just know
But, what really hurts us in this life
Are the Friends, that we've loved so
Death takes these loved ones from us
This we can not control
But, what about those who ignore us
Make us feel left out in the cold
Define a true friend here on DS
What does a real friend do
Send a hug if they actually remember
Or maybe an "I'm with you"
Where are the friends when you need them
Where's their heart felt words of concern
Do they not care what you're going through
If not, where else do you turn
Old guys like me are dinosaurs
We don't have the new Macho charm
We don't wear our jeans down to our knees
And our shorts up under our arms
Old Bikers like me are a dying breed
Most of those I rode with are dead
I've been through things most will never see
I've walked where few dare to tread
So sometime when you look for Oldbiker
And I'm not around, you see.
All I can say is, "I was what I was
One who cared, one who loved, I was just me.
As we pass through this life
Many thing come and go
Friends that we love dearly
And others we have came to know
Some we consider closest friends
Other are those we just know
But, what really hurts us in this life
Are the Friends, that we've loved so
Death takes these loved ones from us
This we can not control
But, what about those who ignore us
Make us feel left out in the cold
Define a true friend here on DS
What does a real friend do
Send a hug if they actually remember
Or maybe an "I'm with you"
Where are the friends when you need them
Where's their heart felt words of concern
Do they not care what you're going through
If not, where else do you turn
Old guys like me are dinosaurs
We don't have the new Macho charm
We don't wear our jeans down to our knees
And our shorts up under our arms
Old Bikers like me are a dying breed
Most of those I rode with are dead
I've been through things most will never see
I've walked where few dare to tread
So sometime when you look for Oldbiker
And I'm not around, you see.
All I can say is, "I was what I was
One who cared, one who loved, I was just me.
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