The cry of a new born child,
is all he would want to hear
for only six weeks,
he had left to bare.
Time is a funny thing sometimes
you never know when it will be your last,
leaving the love of your child and fiancé aghast
so young, and innocent.
A friends love and thoughtfulness
of riding the animal, he loved the most
fearing nothing, not even letting out a boast
for love is in his heart, and cowboy is his name
no one will forget get him
for he is in a better place,
running with the bulls
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