The Cowboy’s Eyes
I’m just an old cowboy he’d say,
broken down in my younger days.
I gave away the best of me.
Now all I have left is what you see.
His worn down boots had traveled miles
but I knew he still had dreams.
I saw tenderness, a warm smile,
in a man with a world yet to see.
And I saw happiness, for a little while,
as his eyes studied me.
I saw years of honest living
in the roughness of his hands.
I knew he’d done his share of giving,
and rearranging plans.
His eyes told me the important things
about this gentle, caring man.
I said I hoped we’d meet again
and noticed he looked surprised.
He thought he’d lost what I’d want of him,
but I saw what was left inside.
I saw wisdom that couldn’t be disguised
in the lines around the cowboy’s eyes.