Young Guns

"You ask about my consience
And I offer you my soul.
You ask if I'll grow to be a wise man
Well, I ask if I'll grow old.
You ask me if I've known love
And what its like to sing songs in the rain.
Well, I've seen love come
I've seen it shot down
I've seen it die in vain."
- JBJ, Blaze Of Glory

I can remember being those boys like I can remember the taste of dinner. It was easy to imagine ourselves bigger than life in a place like that. Legends. Renowned.

So much lay ahead of us - the good, the bad, and the ugly, distance and direction, love and loss, potential and regret. No, we didn't go down in a blaze of glory. We simply kept following the trail.

This one's for you, pardner.

A Poem For A Frame

Tattering plaster.
Left out in the rain.
Too grand for good use.
A castaway frame.

Profile embossed.
Its charm. Its appeal.
Held a portrait? A mirror?
Their absence conceal.

Found by the road.
Hung on nails in the sky.
Holding one final masterwork.
My family and I.