To Be a Cowboy
I just knew at 5.
I was to be a cowboy.
Strong, Patient, and Free!
I thought I needed,
Strength to fight “the enemies:”
Cattle-Rustlers.
Yet, I found myself,
Needing strength for strong will.
..that can’t be stolen.
I thought I needed,
patiences for long cattle drives,
through the Wild West.
Yet I found myself,
needing patiences for my path,
wherever it goes.
I thought I needed,
a stallion to chase the wind
to have my freedom.
Yet, I found myself,
free enough to chase dreams,
even if they are unclear.
One day I woke-up.
At college, serving coffee,
Barely getting by.
I’m not a cowboy,
that rides in the sunset.
Then it dawned on me!
I didn’t give up,
my dreams I can still be a
A Cowboy At Heart!