Rode a Harley, drove a rod,
Built just like a Roman god,
Now I putter 'round the block,
In my scooter; cannot walk.

Partied late and after dark,
Kissed the girls where lover's park,
Now my nurse says it's too late,
If I'm out at half past eight.

Opened bottles with my teeth,
Now my dentures I bequeath,
To the ones who carry on,
After I am dead and gone.

Once a legend in my time,
Now a legend in my mind,
Telling stories, not so true,
Not quite lies, but truth that grew.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul