IT AIN’T DYING I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT

IT AIN’T DYING I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT

He was blinded, a deep anger to hide his true feelings about the past,

Wasting precious time hiding from a young man, a certain truth to be told.

This ranger who spent his life by the law protecting and ridding the bad from his world,

A son who every day was close to him but had not a clue that this man with a badge was dad.

A friend for life, he fought and laughed each day by his side, they talked of life and dreams,

His son would learn of his connection to a father but not spoken from a fathers stubborn lips.

Talking about the end , a fact that all would die, something would someday take us away,

Hard times in a cruel, violent, world where a mans life for many reasons would be cut short.

Death for these friends and rangers was witnessed throughout their lives on many a trail,

Two men so different as they were in ways much the same, philosophy and stories told by a fire.

It ain’t dying i’m talkin’about, this friend with a zest for life, a man who tried to see the beauty of the day,

It’s living! to awake each morning with the breath of life my friend, take in every moment until the end.

Keith Garrett

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