Desperate Desperadoes

The elders bow and sway

While throwing out trivialities

Like being in a sandbox

On the playground

Spurs jingle jangle

Fine cowboy hats

Lone Ranger masks

Fringe jackets

Chaps and boots

Swaggering, bow legged

Riding on hobby horses

Round and round the courses

Fall off, skin your knee

Get back in the game

Who do you want to be?

It’s a damn, cryin’ shame

That it’s a merry go round

And your horse isn’t real

It goes up and down

Just like your appeal

Why do you keep coming back?

What’s not in your life that you lack?

It’s lonely and sad and it went by too fast

You hoped it would last

But you knew that it wouldn’t

And now all you have is the past

Stuck to a turntable

You relive your own fable

Of prowess and youth

Lay it all on the table

Let the cards tell the truth

What can your body enable?

If your mind is uncouth?

Better with age?

A dry martini?

Hold the vermouth?

There isn’t much time left

To weave over the weft

You’ve broken your own vow

Again, and again

You reconcile it somehow

Avoiding the pain

You’ll do whatever it takes

Not to be lonely again

A playground buckaroo

Rides off as the suns sets

A world class Romeo?

Or a desperate old Desperado?