You're no longer close at hand
Chugging along slow with turf load
You look pretty perched in gold sand
& in the fast lane on a sunset road
Neither will ever rue the day
We left our past among grey dust
For sitting on matters that lay
Our vagueness would be just
We'll go about business alike
Bottling lightning on endless roam
We'll talk about our different strikes
Seeing you & the cattle home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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