This funeral poem for a biker was inspired by a bikers funeral I attended some time ago. I was inspired to write this bikers funeral poem by the sense of family and belonging that the bikers shared with one another, and with the communal sense of loss experienced during the funeral itself. I’ve used the word ‘their’ a few times in the poem to make it generic, but this can be changed to ‘his’ or ‘her’ if felt more appropriate. – Dick Underwood.

Biking oil was in their blood,
Petrol flowing through their heart.
Throttle revving but the flood,
Meant their engine Wouldn’t start.

The exhaust sounding rather rough,
Its noise as cutting as a knife.
The gallant spark not quite enough,
To fire their engine into life.

The key was turned, the button pushed,
Expecting now a biking roar,
But the engine, knackered, bushed,
Wouldn’t function any more.

The biker (name) has died but still,
Their soul rides onward to the west.
Their wheels role onward, vale and hill,
They soon will find eternal rest.

So we’ll mount up and onward ride,
Remembring well the one who died.
Towards the sunset on our road,
Our biker friend who’s gone before.

Dick Underwood 2010

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All funeral poems that I have written and to which I hold the copyright can be used completely free of charge for non-commercial purposes, such as personal use during a funeral or memorial service. If you do find them helpful, I would appreciate a ‘comment’ being left under the poem on the website.

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If you wish to use any of my funeral poems for commercial purposes then my permission is required in writing prior to use.

Dick Underwood

If someone has had Alzheimer’s it is always difficult to know what to say at their funeral. My hope is, that the following funeral poem for someone with Alzheimer’s, will help you to remember them when their mind was fit and well. This Alzheimer funeral poem concentrates on the long period of life prior to the onset of the disease, rather than the relatively short period of time following the onset of Alzheimer’s – Dick Underwood 2010

You didn’t die just recently,
You died some time ago.
Although your body stayed a while,
And didn’t really know.

For you had got Altzheimer’s,
You failed to comprehend.
Your body went on living.
But your mind had reached its end.

So we’ve already said, “Goodbye”,
To the person that we knew.
The person that we trully loved,
The person that was, “You”.

And so we meet again today,
To toast your bodies end.
For it was true and faithful,
Until right at the end.

And so, when we remember,
We’ll think of all the rest.
We’ll concentrate on earlier,
And remember all the best.

For in the real scheme of things,
Your illness wasn’t long.
Compared to all the happiness,
You brought your whole life long.

We think of you as yesterday,
When you were fit and well.
And when we’re asked about you,
It’s those things that we’ll tell.

And so we meet in ‘membrance,
Of a mind so fit and true.
We’re here to pay our last respects
To say that, “We love you”.

Dick Underwood 2010

If you have a relative who has Alzheimer’s you may find the following links helpful:

USA Alzheimer’s Association. The Alzheimer’s Association is the leading voluntary health organization in Alzheimer care, support and research in the USA.

UK Alzheimer’s Society. The Alzheimer’s Organisation is the leading UK care and research charity for people with this disease and other dementias, their families and carers.

YOU CAN USE THIS POEM FOR NON-COMMERCIAL PURPOSES

All funeral poems that I have written and to which I hold the copyright can be used completely free of charge for non-commercial purposes, such as personal use during a funeral or memorial service. If you do find them helpful, I would appreciate a ‘comment’ being left under the poem on the website.

PERMISSION IS NEEDED FOR COMMERCIAL USE

If you wish to use any of my funeral poems for commercial purposes then my permission is required in writing prior to use.

Dick Underwood

Funeral Flowers
I’m sorry for the flowers,
That all around you lay.
That make the world a better place
To live in here today.
I should have bought them yesterday,
When you were still around.
But I thought I’d leave them longer,
Just laying in the ground.
For there were more tomorrows,
And I could buy again.
I didn’t know you wouldn’t stay,
To see their beauty [more]

He Always Said
He always said, “I would have done,
So many things you see.
There were many many people,
That I would rather be.
I dream of flying spaceships,
And flying to the moon,
But I never managed it,
Perhaps was born too soon.
I dream of being famous,
of wealth and money too,
But I never really made it,
my name was simply ‘Who?’”
He always [more]

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The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier
A young man left his life one day,
To fight a war yet far away,
Fighting to let peace be known,
He thought one day
he would come home.
He left his love,
said with a smile,
“I’m coming home,
in a short while.”
He never knew
his time was near,
He left to fight,
without a fear.
The scene was grey and [more]

I’ll lend you for a little while
A child of mine, God said
I’ll lend you for a little while
A child of mine, God said
For you to love the while she lives
And mourn for when she’s dead
It may be six or seven years,
Or forty-two or three
But will you, till I call her back
Take care of her for [more]

I only said “I love you”,
if only I’d said more.
But in that phrase “I love you”,
is everything for sure.
It means I’ll miss you dearly,
your voice and gentle touch.
It means I’ll miss you daily,
so very, very much.
If I’d have had more warning,
I’d have told you such a lot,
But you went without the telling.
much more than just [more]

Yesterday, your smile lit up the skies
Today, you lie expressionless, staring up
at what, I don’t know
The laughter we shared cannot be replaced
the memories that have been shattered cannot be reformed
the day you died was the day I became broken
Life without you will never be the same
I can’t live without your tears, your laughter, or love
I [more]

The battle raged,
The bullets flew,
The blood all mingled with the dew.
Our loved ones died,
Their lives were lost,
And we were left to count the cost.
Our hearts were sad,
Our bodies wracked,
But we had made a solumn pact.
The battle raged,
The bullets flew,
And out of chaos, democracy grew.
Dick Underwood 2010
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