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Thank God It Wasn't Me

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John Yaws
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0 posted 01-30-2000 02:26 AM       View Profile for John Yaws   Email John Yaws   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit John Yaws's Home Page   View IP for John Yaws

“Hey, cowboy! Could you spare a buck”?
The voice was weak and hoarse-
I turned and saw a tired old man,
His face lined with remorse....
“I ain’t a bum, or wan’t I guess-
I didn’t used to be...
But fate was cruel, with razor spurs
She broke the heart in me”.
“I rode the circuit..lemme see-
I quit in sixty three?
Take twelve from that, that’s fifty-one,
You never heard of me.
Boy, I was good...I almost won
Three years in a row-
I’d draw a dink that wouldn’t buck
Or spur a bit too slow..
I guess it was in sixty,
That I met Mary Jane...
And, son, from when I saw her,
I never was the same.
I loved her, boy, I’ll tell the world
And Mary Jane loved me-
We planned our wedding for the Spring-
How happy we would be.
I rode my stock in Houston-
We loaded up to go...
My next stop Amarillo..
A long hard drive, you know?..
We rode and talked the night away
I never even dreamed
That I was getting drowsy
Until I heard her scream.
I started, and I jerked the wheel
But I was far too late...
The tearing steel, the breaking glass-
The rest I can’t relate...
It broke me up, I didn’t wake
For nearly fourteen days-
I didn’t know the details
Till she was in the grave.
The money? I sure need a drink-
It helps to stop the dreams...
I tell you, boy, I still awake
From hearing Mary’s screams.
Why bless you, son, that’s twenty bucks”!
The old man turned away-
And disappeared into the crowd-
I tell you, to this day...
I close my eyes, and see his face-
The abject misery....
And raise my eyes up to the skies
"Thank God it wasn’t me".


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1 posted 01-30-2000 02:29 AM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

This is a real heartbreaker. Well done, Gunslinger.

Denise
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Posts 3189
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2 posted 01-30-2000 02:33 AM       View Profile for devina   Email devina   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for devina

This is a heartbreaking situation GS, and only you would have the soul to put it into such beautiful poetry!!!

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