Look Away
 
The old man stared hard at the ground 'neath his feet
his eyes full with years of success and defeat.
 
When he finally looked up, didn't say a word
just mounted his pony, light as a bird.
 
He didn't look back at his life, now behind him
just forward to what lay ahead of his hat brim.
 
The roll of his ride was familiar and smooth
but the pain in his heart no one could remove
 
and as the horse took him to the top of a hill
he stopped to look back at his place, with a chill.
 
It weren't much to most folks, just a small workin' ranch
but for years he'd worked there, cause it was his chance
 
to escape from the world that had taken a son
when he had come west with his wife and a gun.
 
It was fever, they said, that just wouldn't break
but it caused his wife a terminal ache
 
and though she gave birth to three more, he knew
that somehow that day they surely would rue.
 
And so she took sick, after long years of toil.
When she left, his life blew away, like top soil.
 
So nothing meant much out in this old place
just cold wind here that blew away every trace
 
except for the future that he had to face
©Steve Dirksen