Fare yeah well, yeh olde GS...

On the last of your legs you were,
and wanted to go no further.
Funny now, how glorious that ride was;
the crisp breeze with stars blinking happily;
and the beat of your exhausts spluttering through the quiet air;
just like the old days;
just like it always was;
doing what you did best.
Little was I to know; it would be our last ride.
You stumbled, coughed and halted slowly,
trying to slip under a blanket of hot smoke- your vigour gone.
Desperate, pleading, we nurtured you on.
But a few reluctant miles later, you stumbled and died again.
You had enough.
With fatigue enfolding all of us in the middle of the black night,
and a hundred miles from home,
we knew there was no other way.
This was the moment of truth;
and for you, yet another resting spot.
Maybe just for now;
maybe forever...
But certainly for us;
me, eddie and you, old GS,
it was the last goodbye.
We fare you well, old GS...
And I wish you;
if not good fortune;
then at least a good rest.
Cold and lonely,
panting on your side,
tired and sick, but proud a horselaying in your hide - not your grave we pray -know that we;
eddie, you and me;
will always be togetherin dream, spirit and memory;
no matter where your path leads from there.
You served us well.