Born a rebel lived the life paid the price.
Steel ponies too many to remember but loved each one.
Mountain roads the smell of burning oak and colored leaf’s blowing across my path.
Racing down dead man’s curve a smile bigger than Texas and tears pouring out of my eyes.
And oh, the women. Grabbing hearts all along the way a beauty in every port a wife here and there but always another just around the bend.
Settled now? Not really, I still take on the curves just a bit slower and the ladies are more of a challenge, so I go for the ones that remind me of the days all their skin fit. Sometimes I get lucky but wonder how to keep up with their young desires.
I know I was destined to be alone and I really do welcome that as I age. My memories are plentiful and will keep me in smiles until I am a memory.
Going through the motions, for now, it really is all that’s left that makes any sense.
Had a good ride though matter of fact one hell of a ride and even though it is coming to an end I will always have the anticipation of the reward of forgiveness and a never-ending ride on the perfect road
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