Cowboy John

I was struck by a memory
And strange as it sounds
On horseback it did arrive
Reminding me of a Cowboy named John
And his beautiful Colt 45

I called him cowboy
With a wink and a smile
His nature touched so many lives
He’d remind us in jest, he had love for just one
That beautiful Colt 45

He worked in the biz
Teaching actors to shoot
Responsible for saving those lives
One gun stood out from all the rest
That gleaming Colt 45

John knew some fame
And was widely respected
He continued to work and thrive
At the end of each day
He’d collect all his props
And pack up his Colt 45

A fickle mistress the movies
You give heart and soul
Hoping like hell you’ll survive
But the calls stop coming
No longer do they clamor for
His beautiful Colt 45

He dreamed of Wyoming
With cowboys resplendent
And imagined his soul revived
What better place to show and to wear
That glorious Colt 45

He set out on his journey
In secret and darkness
A plan in place for a one-way drive
In truth, John had grown sad
And detached from the world
His pain he could no longer abide

He walked for some time
Through magnificent trees
Further into the woods he dived
Then with purpose, he raised his skillful hand
And shot himself with his Colt 45