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 the 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 father's 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 man's 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.
Pada tanggal Min, 29 Agt 2021 12.35, keithgarrettpoetry menulis:
> Man of many thoughts posted: ” 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 ” >