The air filling the night is warm
The stars have a majestic glow
The moon couldn't be any bigger
And my memories mimic a river's flow
Rocky was his name
Being a cowboy was his trait
An early death he encountered
Perhaps it was his fate
The spirited smile on his face
The feather in his hat
Reminds me of the friend
I wish I had back
No jingle of the spurs
The reins lacking his hands
Reminds his sad horse
That he has lost a great man
This cowboy was different
This cowboy was tough
Though he liked to play hard
He wasn't afraid to show love
He was taken too soon
Destiny wasn't fair
But God took a cowboy
And put him in great care
Now he's in a place
That is filled with serenity
While we are left down here
Trying to find our identity
His death broke many hearts
Cause many tears to be shed
No condolences were enough
Not one word could be said
But I take great pride
In calling him a friend
He will be with me forever
His memory will never end
I now live for him
To accomplish my goals
Dedicating my life
To that cowboy's soul
I think of him often
Reminiscing our days
Wishing he'd still be here
And not gone away
His horse remains without a saddle
It has yet to be laced
For this cowboy by no one
Can ever be replaced
He still remains the brightest
Although I see him from a far
In the night sky next to the moon
The cowboy is posing as a star
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem