Old Cowboy’s Lament

Cool night breeze

Caresses wind burnt skin

Pond water tries to freeze

Winter’s creeping in.

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Frost sketches on window pane

Crisp evening stars peep out

Watching sunset wane

Old eyes glance about.

Another winter setting in

Dry hardwood piled high

His tired body old and thin

Lets out a weary sigh.

Soon the snow will gently fall

He dreads being alone

Long gone friends no longer call

Doesn’t really need a phone.

All the dreams are dead and gone

That hope for a better day.

Another winter oh so long

Wood fire keeping cold at bay.

Yes once he loved

And could sing a song

Oh how fast time has shoved

All those years fast along.

Now he’s old and days are long

I ask him what he would change

If he could write a new song

And roam again on a new range ?

Ah young fellow , you make me think

If only I could have that choice .

His shaking hand pours a drink

He continues on with shaky voice.

First I would pray more

Then I would help more

Next I would give more

Then I would do more.

I would work harder

I would work longer

I would work smarter

I would work for myself.

I would love more

I would play more

I would travel more

I would see the ocean.

I would love only one woman

I would have 10 children

I would treat my horse better

I would drink less.

But you know young fellow

Life is what happens to you

While you are making all

Those plans. Have a drink ??

 Luke May 28^th 2010