A Hole In One

Out he went with his dream to make the changes

And strapped to his waist was the old 45.

The star he wore was made of tin but his heart was gold

And from that heart his dream stayed alive.

But on that day when the sun stood still and the birds ceased their song

He drew that old black powder Colt a millisecond too long.

Oh it discharged a chunk of lead alright, about 250 grain,

But after one small ricochet it landed in his brain.

The whole town mourned for weeks and weeks o’er the grave up on boot hill,

“Here lies the man with heart of gold, and head with leaden pill.”

He may have been right you know, his heart and all that stuff,

But being the fastest draw in the West does not mean you’re so tuff.

He should made the ones he loved a safe place for to lodge,

Instead he spent his days in the sheriffs office in the the city they call “Dodge”.

Dodge he did, all his life, the bullets, cursings, kids and wife.

He was was known for keeping law, but his home was always absent, “Paw”.

 

 

Workin Man

Muscles aching, he leans into his work.

It’s not at pain the younger smirk,

It is his age.

Sweat drenched shirt and cap,

The lot is cast into the lap:

As it turns out: he’s a sage.

Once young he carried the entire crew

But now he prays to just get through,

Another day.

Kindness is what he like to hear,

By all the others working near,

Instead he hears them rage.

He gave his best years to the man,

And now when he could use a hand,

At 62 his job is canned,

He stands amazed.

It wasn’t just cash he was working for,

It was the sense of worth he adored,

And now he stands outside the door

Betrayed.