A Cowboy's Desolate Spirit Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cowboy hat, drifting just above the bar, a gentleman
sitting beneath it in a lonely stupor.
Having nothing in life, but the glass of beer held
tightly in his hand.
Sorrowfully, my heart goes out to his spirit, so
empty and desolate, kept that way by his own
admission.
Never wanting to feel the intense hurt that is his to
consume in life, not wanting to put the glass down and
walk away - meeting reality on a pathway to tomorrow.