Then I Shall Be Free
By Gunslinger
I guess I rode too many trails- Too many bridges burned... Too many wrong decisions made- Too much I haven't learned. Too many times I thought I've loved- To find that I was wrong. The trail that I am traveling- Will end before too long. I once was young and reckless- And now I'm old and hard... A cynic, and a loner... With his heart and body scarred. My only friend, the gun I own- On which I can depend... It seems I've carried all my life, And will until the end. I know that he is waiting- An old persistent foe... Who's haunted me, and hounded me For twenty years, or so... Sometimes it seems he is so close, I feel his fetid breath... In case you haven't figured out, I speak of old man Death. Some people fear his boney hand- And shun his company... I seek that long awaited meet... For then I shall be free. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 09:53 AM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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