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Wish Me Luck
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Wish Me Luck |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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A battered old bronc saddle, and chaps which once were red- But now from all the miles and years, they’re faded pink instead. My spurs are getting rusty, my boots are worn and thin- It’s been a long, long time now, since I had my last big win. Living from a suitcase, a fourteen year old truck- I tell myself I’m riding, a streak of rotten luck. The riders look like children, from my age of 44- I can’t admit I’m too old, for the rough stock anymore. In eighty six and seven, then again in eighty nine- I made it to the Final’s, in the standings I did shine. I never won the big one, but, Lord, I sure come close, The cheering from the Grandstands is the thing I miss the most. I thought I might start drinking, but I know how that all ends- You lose your edge, your family, and finally all your friends. I know I’ve one more season, left in this arm of mine- Another shot at glory ‘fore they talley up my time. I guess I’d better load the truck, it’s time for me to go- Last week I mailed my entries, to the Ft. Worth Livestock Show. I hope I draw some good ones, who will score high when they buck, Thanks for lending me your ear, and now Please wish me luck. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Good Luck!!! Again, great poem!  ------------------ Denise |
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Aurora's Fire Junior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 28Oshawa, Ontario, Canada |
great poem, very realistic. BTW do you post at Wild Poetry as well? |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Liked this much! Well done.....good luck! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
never too old |
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