HOW WILL YA BE REMEMBERED?

HOW WILL YA BE REMEMBERED?
By Donna Penley
  
As this ol’ body adds on th’ years, I cogitate more an’ more -
On things some folks put store in --material things they scramble for.
I ain’t a very fancy person, but one thing I do know;
Is how I want t’ be remembered, as through life’s exit door I go.
 
I’d druther be remembered for th’ horses I have owned.
What does it count if a man owns a mansion if he lives there all alone?
I’d druther be remembered for th’ things I taught a kid -
Than all th’ riches I piled up, or th’ showy things I did.
 
I’d druther have th’ comradship, of my faithful, true ol’ horse
Than t’ rub elbows with th’  elite who cheat as a matter of course.
I’d druther be remembered by my ornery ol’ cowboy pards,
 As havin’ a soft spot in my heart - as one who didn’t cheat at cards.
 
So,  pardon me if I ain’t impressed by yore fancy words an’ deeds;
A flowery garden don’t look good if it’s all growed up in weeds.
I’d druther be remembered by th’ way I rode a nag;
Or if I knew how t’ move a herd, ridin’ point or ridin’ drag.
 
I’d  druther walk in these boots than your Guchi’s there, my friend;
‘Cause these cowboy boots’ll do just fine totin’ this ol’ cowpoke to his end.
So, what’s it gonna be, compadre?  How will they remember you?
It’s best ya work on it right now, before yore life is through!!
 
 
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