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Before I Breathe My Last
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Before I Breathe My Last |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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My mind will often wander- I suppose I reminisce- Of ladies in my memories- The ones I often miss. The often sworn “Forever”. That lasted weeks at best- The only memorabilia- Is the ache within my breast. Their faces are a pantheon- As I toss and try to sleep… It’s hard, but I admit it- That at times I start to weep. “Why?” I often ask myself- Just why I chose to go, And leave the ones who loved me- To follow rodeo. Rodeo’s a teaser, like the carrot! Now I sigh, Gold buckle dreams have vanished- But, you know? I had to try. The candle’s burning lower- Life’s sun is fading fast- So, I will scribble down my follies- Before I breathe my last. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
John...A sad tale you weave here. Be strong and take care my friend...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Sad, but very striking. Want to compare follies? I don't know about you, but I could write a book if I had the attention span. Enjoyed. "I know this love will tear me to pieces |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I think the Rodeo calls some so strongly because it's only there they feel alive. To ride that hard and that fast... and the only quelling coming with the bruising. A few things I've noticed, though I know it runs much deeper than that. Michael |
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