A lonesome horseman rides across a dusty plain
His journey of a million steps is all that will remain
As for him to ponder long now his last task is finally set
There is time to think of many things in lonesome regret
There is some hope of a peaceful time ahead of him yet
But he counts the dusty miles he has ridden trying to forget
As it seems each turn he took seemed to weigh his decision
When each piece is played to him in again in his retro vision
Would others want to be the man that he now had become
Riding on in long hot days in the saddle toward the setting sun
But know this of his final quest as it will in the end be written
If you take the journey and you pay the toll at some stage you will be smitten.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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