The Lonely Rider

The western sky grows crimson

The sun sets below the horizon

Folks end their work for the day

But the lonely rider rides on.

He hasn’t slept a wink in days

His mates have gone  their separate ways

He’s been left to ride alone

Left to wander on his own.

Our lonely hero wears a frown

Wanders about from town to town

Singing songs and righting wrongs

Stopping awhile in this journey long.

He comes in every day and age

Angry as the fire,calm as a sage

Whenever people need someone

He will be there, he’s their man.

And after he’s saved the day.

He’ll be  off again on his way.

On his horse,to meet his fate

Riding away into the sunset.

Broken Memories

I had some time to think about the past

The smiles,the tears,the unbroken trust;

That time of life when we all were naive

And yet we had the time of our lives.

We had not a care in this whole wide world

Would end up like this,who coulda foretold?

Our lives were simple and our biggest worries-

Were about the heroes in adventure stories.

We should have known it was too good to last

Those days are memories covered with dust

Now even in victory we cannot seem to win

Can’t seem to fight off the demons within.

Perhaps we changed,perhaps we lost our faith

Maybe that’s the reason our love turned to hate

Perhaps all we need to do is find the kid within

Perhaps we need to stop always trying to win.

Maybe if we weren’t too busy hunting glory

We could have had our own Cinderella stories:

Too late for a fairy tale for this world weary traveller

Too late for “and everyone lived happily ever after.”