Walking Crooked Straight To Nowhere

He walks crooked like a cowboy Who has ridden many a mile Gritty fingers holding old pipe Wrinkled face and greying mustache Looking wisely to the night sky No smile passes over his lips His is the path of a loner A choice to walk life's road this way Head down one step follows the next Dim lit his eyes travel old paths Regrets he has carried with him Because of the choices he made You might think he's nothing special But that is far yes far from true He has many stories to tell Listen closely I will tell one It's true he once was young like you Kind of handsome in his own way Women had thought that he was cool Quiet playful with a fast smile There was just one that he wanted Hair of auburn pretty green eyes But she didn't give him a chance For he had no cash in his hands One day with her would be heaven Wanting her love consumed his soul Planning to rob a bank of cash Would prove to be a big mistake All he wanted was her sweet love Yes in the end he did get caught Off to prison for his mistake Him in shackles he seen her smile Many years passed his debt was paid Upon the bunk his sad heart sunk Within his mind that choice relived Her love not worth the years he lost Now much older wiser as well He is quiet and all alone Stories many you've heard one here A sad tale of a girl and gun! Form Iambic Tetrameter For Georgio's Structured Forms Contest. His story required more than 28 lines to tell it fully. Written: December 5th, 6th and 7th. My first attempt at this form, forgive me being long winded.