Cowboys
Light in the eyes
out at sunrise
it truly is no surprise
riding out to check the lines
my my I do have a sore behind and tired mine
it 's not easy being greasy
so please don't try to understand a cowboys life
it is no wonder why he has no wife of course
all he has to keep him warm is a guitar and a song
for he is alone
while he sits upon his horse thinking of love loss
and time gone he is old with nothing to show
all that he is and once was is forgotten
now all that is left is just tee shirt,jeans with hole and boots that if they could talk
what tales they would tail
of nights spent in jail
kicking up dust
women he couldn't trust
Tricia Bernard
7/2/14
Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014
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