Open Poetry #19 |
What I Do |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
There’s a thousand miles of highway- Between me, and my next show… And people often ask me- “Why do you rodeo?” I take the time to contemplate- Then what I say is true… I grin, and shrug, and scuff my feet- And say, “It’s what I do.” It’s how I earn my living- It’s how I make my bread… I’d rather not admit it, But no future lies ahead… For everyone that’s made it, A thousand more died broke. A victim of the whiskey- A broken-down cowpoke. Arenas are addictive- The lights, the sounds, the cheers- The raucous sounding buzzers- Are music to my ears. The pain, the strain, the danger- Are like a shot of dope- But when they’re gone, and you’re alone, You’re left without a hope. I’ll ride them while I able- I’ll give it all I’ve got… No one will ever say that I- Did not take my shot… So this will be my answer- Until the day I’m through… You ask me why I have to ride? Because that is what I do. |
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SEA
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since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
and no better answer is there! loved this |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
No one ever needs an answer better than that! |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You rodeo for the same reason you write... you feed the need... |
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skyshine
since 2002-02-07
Posts 3058Beneath the northern stars |
Tell 'em Gunslinger! lol sky |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
it must be nice to have found your purpose in life...me...I'm still looking :-) |
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