BILL

BILL  
By Donna Penley
 
Penny Jo was his favorite horse;
He’d ride her like th’ wind.
He lived his life th’ same way,
No thought of th’ end.
 
He loved his friends an’ family;
But, so many times was gone –
Out doin’ other things,
But he lived it, right or wrong.
 
Th’ things he’s best remembered by,
Is his ornery little smile,
An’ how he loved to tease us;
Lovin’ us all th’ while.
 
His last days he faced head-on;
Looked mortality in th’ eye.
An’ with his loved ones all around him
Went peacefully on high.
 
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