The Last Sip The old cowpoke drank his coffee And thought of days long past— The land that stretched far as you see And things that do not last. The foolish pride that once brought fire To a young cowboy’s heart— Are forgotten now in the mire Like friends that now depart Upon a ride that you’ll soon take Into that setting sun— As you look back for your own sake To know that you are done.
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