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The Showdown
In the cool of the morning
Before it gets hot
He sits in the bar room
Drinking his shot
Building up courage
For when it comes noon
There's going to be a showdown
It's coming too soon
The clock keeps ticking
The sun rises high
The sweat on his forehead
Drips in his eyes
Faster and faster
The clock ticks away
He's facing his future
No time to play
The preacher is waiting
To wish him goodbye
He looks in the mirror
It's his turn to die
He puts on his jacket
And heads to the church
He thinks he is ready
To hear those few words
The clock starts it's chiming
The time has now come
He keeps on thinking
"What have I done?"
And there in the distance
He noticed his foe
Standing all cocky
The fear in him grows
Closer and closer
He knows he is doomed
He's heard all the stories
From all the past grooms
Life as you know it
You might kiss goodbye
You are the victim
Of another young bride
Standing together
He says those few words
"I'll honor, protect her"
He's finally been cursed
And out of the blue
He then says "I Do"
Copyright ©2016 Marvin H Lane
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