Men crumble, their sins they can not hide,
From the expressions on their faces, aging lines
One of them runs, the other chases, they both run
One tries to hide his guilt and pain, the other
Chases To forget.
Shadow riders, at different times they are the rider,
the other prey,
They are from a time of civil unrest, they kill and
Then Die in a place for them.
It takes its toll, the hunt and the run, tears from
Men Dry up in the sun,
Nothing more to be said, two dying men soon would be
Dead, Blood on their hands.
Ones knife in the desert sand, a gun left on a
Walk in a different direction, shadow riders are
Never seen again.
We are all, running from something that we can’t, outrun or hide from in our lives…
Thank you again.
On Thu, Mar 4, 2021 at 3:33 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: