Some persons are made great by circumstance Others are made great by vast spirits And excellences of craft they bring to otherwise mundane undertakings They are known only to those they touch But they touch so many They are invisible to the mass of humanity Yet they stand out like fine steel amidst cheap pipe To those that know them And so many know them Even if only slightly as I did They pedal roads less travelled by And make them seem the only sensible path to take They recognize the foolishness of all persons Yet deny none one dignity They are irreverent...and reverent They seem indestructible, as if they will ride forever Because we wish they would... And then they are gone Goodnight, my mechanic, True the mandalla For when I join you.
Don Wilson Los Olivos, CA USA
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