GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN BIKERS™
Noel, our Son, Brother, Uncle and Friend. Your nieces wrote you this poem after your untimely leaving. See you one day again.
Our great Uncle Noel Had such a kind soul.
He played guitar.
And drove a green car.
He liked to ride on the motorbike
And down by the lake he would fish for pike
He played the guitar at many gigs
And listened to lots of Irish jigs
He fixed things with each and every tool
Because of that he was very cool
He worked very hard in the yards
And when he was free he liked to play cards
Now he is in heaven above
And with this poem we send him all our love
He had a south gentle touch
And we will miss him so much
Goodbye Noel, we love you. xx
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