Sometimes I stop and muse about..
The vagaries of life...
The worth of hearth and home, and kids,
Of husband, or of wife.
I contemplate...decisions made-
The choices, good and bad.
The tears Iíve cried, the joys shared-
The good times that Iíve had.
I think about the days gone by
When I was punching cows-
The dreamy wonder in her eyes,
The night we took our vows.
A brother that I buried deep,
In nineteen ninety-six-
The fights we had, and harsh words said,
My concious often pricks.
I think of days when I was young-
And tall, and strong, and hard-
My youth, my strength, these all have fled
Iím old, and fat, and scarred.
I wonder what is left to give-
Lifeís toll to satisfy?
A mind which lives in yesterday?
A body soon to die?