spwilcen
You should ask for no more.
May Grace provide that –
Your ego never outgrows your Stetson,
Confidence and your feet are comfortable in your Ariats,
Your compassion flows as easy as cool water to thirst,
When a friend needs a hand, your ropers are in your waistband,
Your pony understands you as well as any woman,
Needing to console a stranger, your kerchief is clean,
Life’s brambles poke no holes in your chaps,
Your lasso is blessed with good eyes,
Your Colt is seldom unholstered,
In church your spurs are silent,
Charity always finds an extra dollar in your wallet,
And you die not saddened by the chores you didn’t finish,
But happy in those you did.
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© 2022 spwilcenski
exposed by by spwilcenwrites “With Grace – August 27, 2022”
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