Old Cowboy

I'm just an old cowboy today

Nobody wants me

I'm not much use anymore

But in my mind's eye, I remember a time when I was needed

When I made a difference

An age when heroes were heroes and villains were villains

Money didn't matter as much as honour

A good man's handshake was his word

My aim was unmatched

I delivered justice

Now, I sit in my chair

Hunched over

Weak

My pistol at my side

An empty power symbol, really

I barely have the reflexes to defend myself

I cough and struggle for breath

But back then, I commanded respect

I was strong

I protected my little town

People appreciated me

I genuinely cared for them

I had a sweetheart and I married her

She kept me happy and I did my best by her

She died unexpectedly

Leaving me alone

Now, I feel bitter

My body aches

As the sun sets, I know my time's winding down

My days are numbered

I'm just an old cowboy today