A Cowboy’s Heart

We’re all so young even the ‘old hands’ Can’t imagine a time with no rope in their hand It’s riding with heart and unflagging spirit revealed That’s a fitting description of what’s usually concealed The dream most have had since they were born Is riding horses and bulls without scorn It’s about the ride that 8 seconds of time That lead you to a place uniquely sublime Riding whatever it don’t really matter As long as your heart, family and thoughts aren’t scattered Whether the big show or not you really don’t mind You’d ride a milk cow if she’d fly out the gate so inclined And if you ride for money and fame No matter the draw you look for no blame Cause even though bones and tendons are broken Or you’re deemed old and your thirtieth year is unspoken It’s the heart that prevails when the body can’t follow For that 8 second ride that can make you feel hollow And someday when heart and mind don’t yearn for the ride And it’s time to reflect and stand off to the side Life doesn’t end and there’s still plenty to do Cause there’s always a new rider that wants to be you And they may need a hand and inspiration or two And a true cowboy’s heart returns the gift given you