And Then

An old cowboy still wore his spurs As he entered the cool dark bar. He brushed his jeans of cockle burrs, Waved his hat for a whiskey jar. He looked 'round at the Friday crowd, Smiled and recalled his younger day. And then he heard him brash and loud - A young cowboy with hell to pay. He slammed through the old batwing doors, Sat down at the old man's table. He said."Pop,I'll give you 'what fors' If you don't leave while you're able." And then the old man kinda smiled. He said, "Son,I'd leave were I you. Things 'round here are 'bout to get wild. You're 'bout to lose a tooth or two!" The young cowboy leaned back and grinned As the old man swung the bottle. They swore that you could feel the wind As he hit the chin full throttle. And then he laid there 'neath the table With a changed view of these old men. Don't take on more than you're able - You don't know where these guys have been. 4/17/2017 For contest And Then..