rosebudnew

I wrote this poem when I was young and raw, and now that the Good Lord has seen fit to put some age on me, I often stop and reflect on bygone days. It’s said that oldtimers regularly do this sort of thing. And why not? When you think of the good times, it brings a smile to your face. While, if you reflect on mistakes, it brings a sigh of relief and a thankfulness that God put his loop around you and drug you to safety out of the muddy bog. But that brings a bit of responsibility to you also. While the Lord was keeping you safe in spite of yourself, He was also instilling a wisdom that you are obligated to pass on to the younger generation. Not that they are always open to receiving, yet the mere method of relating these past indiscretions floods across their being and inevitably a certain amount seeps in. Thus, revealing the age old question, “How did old cowboys get to be old cowboys?” Well, for starters, they have that “never quit” mentality and also by, “Not by being stupid!” So, as the Good Lord allows us a chance to grow in age and wisdom where we have the ability to reflect on bygone days, we find that we can be thankful that our paths were guided by our God and that we now have the ability to share this wisdom with the young whippersnappers that are prone to making the same mistakes we embraced in our youth.