A Cowboy Hangs Up His Spurs
I used to ride from dark to dark
For wages that were thin
Then saunter up to Shorty's bar
And he'd say."Where you been?"
I'd drink a lot and tell some lies
'Til I got drunk of course
When I ran out of cold hard cash
They'd put me on my horse
Then one day my hair turned silver
I lost a step or two
I thought about how much I'd learned
Surprised how much I knew
I hung up my spurs, coiled my rope
Threw my hat in the ring
Got elected to our congress
It was a wondrous thing
I think of Shorty now and then
And I still tell some lies
But I get paid for doin' that -
Nice to be old and wise
6-8-19
Contest:A Contest on Aging
Sponsor:Emile Pinet
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