riding into sunsetHe rode into sunset
Glad to still be alive
Drifted with prevailing winds
Reluctantly, gave way
To Johnny-come-latelies
Even though, he felt
They didn’t deserve it

Discretely, knew how far
To carry rebellion
“I Hate Myself for Hurting You”
Blared over the jukebox
Drowned out mental pictures
Of the dead–some because
Their tickers couldn’t take it

Found it difficult to relate
To rocking horse cowboys
Without senses of direction
What good was knowledge
Wasted on the unappreciative?
Another fizzled-out shooting star
Maybe it was time to let go?
He thought, saddled up, and
Rode off into darkness


Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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