Riding the River Alone

     When a man’s life reaches the cold winds of winter, summer’s memories are all he has left to fill his days. Where once his life was filled with joy the cold winds now toss him about like a toy. In the summer of his life he always had company on the trail, but when winter comes he must ride the river alone...

     As he rides this trail and plays out his hand; dreams that were once so alive; his laughter that once filled the air, are all just faded memories. It was not always this way, for he once had someone with whom to share. Where once the sounds of music; the swish of skirts at the dance, with her in his arms once filled his nights, now are but lonely memories, for they were lost somewhere back down life’s trail. Nights, he once savored with passion; now slowly pass in quiet solitude...

     Hurt and pain deep within his aged weathered body, have burned away the old cowboy’s smile. Oh his dreams still contain all the old hopes and prayers; but time has stolen all chance of victory right before his now crow-footed eyes. Life’s trail was not a gentle master, time, just as it always does has won...

     But as that old shadow rider dogs his final ride, this old cowboy would not change a thing. For having shared the beauty of all Texas from the Panhandle to the Rio Grande on his lonely trip to the Promised Land, here’s one old cowboy who’s felt the presence of God’s Loving Hands...

     So bring on that river, and thank God for Texas; and the life I’ve had here, if I had it to live over I wouldn’t change a thing!


© 2003/2010 ~ David L. Griffith

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