Heartache and Pards
«Debra Meyer »
His words were plain and to the point,
“Sometimes this life
just sucks.
She does her best to
throw ya down,
She boogers and she
bucks.”
The cowboy knew the trail I rode,
The steep and rocky
way.
I came for lies and
platitudes,
But truth was all
he’d say.
“You’re gonna hurt a good long time,
Ain’t nothin’ can be
done.
You’ll ride awhile in
blackest night,
Before ya see the
sun.
“The pain you feel ain’t nothin’ new.
Just look around, and
know,
That scores of riders
up ahead,
Have passed the way
you’ll go.”
His thoughts were far from comforting,
Not what I came to
hear.
His kindness smoothed
their edges though,
And helped to calm my
fear.
“There’s some will buckle to the test,
Some barely make it
through.
But you, you’re
tough. You’ll be just fine.
I’ve seen what you
can do.
“Remember that I’ll be right here,
When livin’ feels too
hard.
If ever you should
need a friend,
Just holler for yer
pard.”
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