When a Hell’s Angel Gets Old

By Elton Camp

Zeke joined the gang when eighteen

Roaring down the road was so keen

A Harley was the only thing he’d ride

And sneered if a family sedan he spied

“A motorcycle I’ll ride all my life

With my old lady, never with a wife.”

He loved to see folks cringe with fear

Anytime he happened to come near

He liked drinking beer and smoking pot

Concerned for his future, he was not

“I’ll ride the roads until the day I die

So always remain a very fearsome guy.”

Despite the life for which Zeke did yearn,

Time proved to be the fire in which all burn

Eventually, he became old and gray

And had to put his motorbike away

The front he attached to his wheelchair

For about the open road he did so care

The chair shows how he still does feel

With its headlight, handlebars and wheel

In Wal-Mart on Zeke’s shopping day

Folks quickly move out of his way