Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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.

Friday, May 06, 2011

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.”