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All It Cost Was...You
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All It Cost Was...You |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Sitting at my roll top desk, Whiling time away. Sorting through the jumbled drawers, I dream of bygone days, Older now, and wiser... At least I hope that’s true- Than when I wore that nickel star- And said goodbye to you. Abilene, and Ellsworth- Those were the glory days- When everybody feared my gun, Were sure to watch their ways. You came to me a weeping- Saying, “I am so afraid- A knock will wake me in the night, And I’m a widow made”. You asked me if I’d quit my job- And we could start a ranch... And watch our boy grow tall and strong You gave me every chance. Duty’s a harsh mistress- And now I’ve paid my dues. I tamed the towns that hired me, And all it cost was you. Someone told me yesterday- You live in Santa Fe. Married to a merchant... And doing well they say. I guess sometimes a man must choose- Do what he has to do... I made the bed in which I lie- And all it cost was you. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/index.html |
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Cuddlez Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 422Walla Walla, WA 99362 |
I sense you are feeling very regretful lately. So sorry...... Cuddlez Time flies? Say it not so, time stays we go. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very sad tale, very well written. Denise |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
Amazing poetry buddy.....this one is exceptional  |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
So often the price we pay, dear Troubadour, is not fully felt until far into our lives. I enjoyed the old west in this piece, and as always, your remarkable poetic voice. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger~ Sometimes in our reminisce, too late, we find things that have cost too much. This is a sadly-written piece of you. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Understanding...my foolishness has cost me a few loved ones...James |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Love. Sad. Love. |
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