The strider rides a stallion and wields shotguns,
would you be surprised he was a toddler once?
He was ten when he got boots and heat blisters,
His father died, he had to tend to three sisters.
He had fought for four years in that societal battle,
Dreams of mustangs, he woke up to herd cattle.
He once walked a long walk, to the land of Kansas,
not knowing he would never come back to Texas.
On the way, he was lynched by a herd of farmers,
His cattle were killed, he was saved by charmers.
They were all behind him, caressing as he fluttered,
Rape is the word he was looking for, never uttered.
One night in rain, he ran away on his wobbly feet,
driven by hunger, he started to rob and cheat.
He then ate his full and carried notes in cloth bags,
For sisters beautiful, oh those hallucinating hags!
He hoarded riches and carried pistols, gunslinger,
Neither his fate nor his riches did for long, linger.
He was attacked and robbed, stabbed with a knife.
He started to work for a rich farmer, thriving for life.
He gained health, built muscle and wooed women,
One night, he slept well and raced away to heaven.
No one knew why, or how the life took toll on him,
For he too was a reaper of life, though not so grim.
That night, a lady wept somewhere, "Honey! Honey!!"
He was never sweet to her, just wild, what an irony!!!
PS: Thoughts on how people who have successfully accomplished big big things and milestones fall and breakdown to relatively tiny problems.