Next Generation

Wagons,
Horses,
Cowboys,
Indian,
Back in the old days,
Not many were forgiven,
Round up cattle,
To carve for a feast,
One hunting the other,
Because of a piece of property,
Guns a blazing,
Arrows or spears,
Past their heads,
What kinds of other things,
Happen in the past,
That somethings people dread,
Way back when,
People argue and fight,
And until this day,
Things continue through,
Even into the night,
It is life,
It's whats suppossed to be,
Dont expect our next generation,
To act as if their free....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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