A Final Farewell

I saddled up my grandpa’s horse, For one last and final ride; And as I placed the boots in backwards, I found myself teary-eyed. I placed the halter on Streak’s head, With tenderness and care; And the feeling of such utter loss, Sure caught me unaware. I guess till now it hadn’t sank in, That he had left for good; I’m never going to see him again, I never really understood. It was never really final to me, Till I watched his horse walk by, With his chaps draped over his saddle; It’s time to say goodbye. As they asked for a moment of silence, I found the tears I tried to hide; And like the torrent of rain that hit; I sat myself down and cried.