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Alone |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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I was driving down the highway- Headed south from Abilene. And as the Texas miles flew past, My mind began to dream. It went back twenty years or so, When I was in my prime... And hope lay out before me, Not victimized by time. I dreamed of making Vegas... Of ten head, and the gold. I thought I was a curly wolf, But now I'm merely old. I'd laugh and kid the ladies- But love was not for me. For I was young and foolish, In love with being free. But days stretched into weeks and months The months stretched into years. I never made the big time, Despite all the miles and tears. My skills, my youth, and now my health, Are going, going, gone... I have no hearth, nor home, nor wealth, I travel all alone. Alone I roamed the country, Alone I made my play. Alone I am, and shall remain- Until my dying day. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very sad expression, John. Well done, as always. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Somehow time fools us into thinking there is always tomorrow. Because you are here, you are not alone. Rest easy and travel well my friend. ThisDiamond |
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