I heard you went looking for cowboys in Galveston.
Yee haa! Glad you’re no longer in my rodeo.
I wish you the best in your new roundup.
Happy trails to you and never come back.
You stole from me and always eyed others.
You thought I’d put up with your shenanigans.
But this old ironworker is harder than that,
And you made my heart hard as my steel hat.
So go mess with those cowboys, play your games,
Like the one you played so damn sneakily
When you disrespected and cheated on me.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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