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Cowboy
To be a cowboy,
to know both sorrow and joy.
Of winter to feel the cold,
to know how to be bold.
To sleep on the ground,
Until a softer bed can be found.
Thanking God every day,
for all the blessings that God sends his way.
To feel like he is alive,
giving all he can give.
To know to some he is a hero, to some he is nothing but a zero.
With each step,
he tries to find someone to help.
His journey is long, but his heart is strong.
He hopes he will be remember as a good guy,
He wants no tears to be cried.
He would hope his memory will bring a smile,
as he knows he gave hi best mile after mile.
@copyright2022georgeplattallrightsreserved
to know both sorrow and joy.
Of winter to feel the cold,
to know how to be bold.
To sleep on the ground,
Until a softer bed can be found.
Thanking God every day,
for all the blessings that God sends his way.
To feel like he is alive,
giving all he can give.
To know to some he is a hero, to some he is nothing but a zero.
With each step,
he tries to find someone to help.
His journey is long, but his heart is strong.
He hopes he will be remember as a good guy,
He wants no tears to be cried.
He would hope his memory will bring a smile,
as he knows he gave hi best mile after mile.
@copyright2022georgeplattallrightsreserved
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