Thoughts From A Former Cowboy-Kid Poem by Smoky Hoss

When I was a kid
I was a Cowboy.
like Roy, pure and true -
I became
a lonesome wanderer
as I grew -
Now and then
a dreamer,
my heart and mind painted blue -
Somewhere, or perhaps always
I lost myself to the wiles of words,
many and few -
As age and wear
took their usual toll
the dreams and words somehow up and flew -
It seems seldom now do I wander, more oft bound to wonder:
'Now that I've rode the rough off all them wild broncs,
what's an old, former Cowboy-kid left to do? '