My Time With Me..

I ride the horses and the beasts,

From east through west, to the east;

I traverse the same lane- the same places

- Greeted by the same faces.

Ever changing is the warpaint,

Guns marching into oblivion;

Then, there’s the stable saint,

The father’s son-the holy scion!

And the gleeful and the gay,

Whose dancing feet don't ever tire!

The-pale-hoping for another day

Groaning through the unending mire;

The face missed most, as I remember,

Is the one I don’t even see;

For when judgment’s don’t dismember,

Is the time I’m with me!