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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
The Sun's Last Rays
Larry Bradfield
I leaned against the bunkhouse wall,
Soaked up the sun's last rays.
Remembered when I never thought
There'd be an end to days.
I didn't know that I'd get old
And slow down in my gait.
It came on sudden-like it seems,
It's creepin' up of late.
I guess them broken bones don't help,
Or muscles torn apart.
This punchin' cows ain't for the weak,
Or for the faint of heart.
I think about the olden days,
At least olden to me -
I wish that I could live again,
And change what needs to be.
There was a love in Abilene,
Seems like I could have saved.
There were some paths I could have skipped -
Stayed on the roads that's paved.
But leanin' up against this wall,
About to close my eyes,
Seems 'bout as good as it can get -
Content to be late wise !
Larry Bradfield
2013
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