A minute before midnight we sat on our bed
Thinking about a poem for tomorrow
when I wanted to sleep instead
Six months of planning last night came to a head
My charity ride was over now
I could relax into our bed
Will it rain or wont it rain like the TV had said
Many people putting of their decision
Staying safe at home instead
Hours asking sponsors to donate to our cause
Many helpful businesses
None of them in it for the applause
My Charity bins located three selected sites
Shopping centers supportive
For the fourth annual night
Over one hundred emails I had posted out
With not too many replies
Scripted apologies a denial with no doubt
Printed over three hundred flyers to disperse
Community billboards noticeboards
To some shops I was a curse
My Grandson Oliver is the reason for the ride
He has juvenile arthritis
He lives his life with pride
He’s a little trooper and the kindest gentle soul
Give the shirt of his back
To another kid that’s feeling low
The rain held off and the sky was dark
As riders came on by
One by one they entered the car park
Sixty well lit bikes had gathered on the day
It was Olivers first ride
He was excited I have to say
I made him a rest vest with his name
He was surprised to see it
He made me cry with his exclaim
We were first to start off on the ride
Oliie was the ride captain
He wore a smile one mile wide
The ride was truly a great success
Many hands helping
To make a night that was the best
Now its all done and dusted ill shed a tear
So much effort into one night
I know I will do it all again next year.
Copyright Poetry inParadise Reg TM No # 1028534
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