When I was a kid
I was a Cowboy.
like Roy, pure and true –
I became
a lonesome wanderer
as I grew –
Now and then
a dreamer,
my heart and mind painted blue –
Somewhere, or perhaps always
I lost myself to the wiles of words,
many and few –
As age and wear
took their usual toll
the dreams and words somehow up and flew –
It seems seldom now do I wander, more oft bound to wonder:
‘Now that I’ve rode the rough off all them wild broncs,
what’s an old, former Cowboy-kid left to do? ‘
Thoughts From A Former Cowboy-Kid
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