Reality

A black bird came to rest on a tree limb just a few feet from where I sat resting my weary bones. I’ve been on this old dirt road for what seems like weeks but, I’ve been moving at a snail’s pace for just a few hours. Had a blowout in my left boot and had to tie it together with some twine I carried around for what seemed weeks but in reality, it was just a few days That I found it and put it in my pocket. You never know what you might need in this life. My old bones ached a lot more lately, but I suppose they been hurting for as far back as I can recall. I was a cowboy in my younger years, yes sir I rode em and roped em and even took a shot at the bulls but in reality, that only lasted four seconds. I traveled by horse or by rail but in reality, I seemed to have sold the horse and drank that money away in no time at all. I followed the tracks hoping I could jump on one and just go along with it to the end of the line, but, If I tried jumping on a moving train I would probably be trying to walk down this old dirt road with a stub instead of a good walking leg. Time didn’t matter to me anymore, didn’t have any place special to be, nobody to see and in reality I was just walking so I knew I was still sucking air.Gettin old aint a pretty thing I tell you and in reality if you really must know, well it down right stinks, I would give a shiny gold piece to be that young cowboy again but in reality I will walk down this country road and try to remember what all that reality really meant.

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