No More Sunsets For Two

Gus-eed up in his best blue jeans, and cowboy hat, of course; 
The Sheriff goes into the barn, to tend his favourite horse!
Insep'rable pair -- that man and mare; no stronger bond is worse!

Golden Girl is her name, her coat a yellow sheen;
When shines the Sun upon her, she's a beauty to be seen.
And on the plain -- she does reign; a regal Texas queen!

Together, these good friends have been, for so many a-year;
They caught and shot offenders, and cried in pints of beer,
They rode the range -- and helped the Grange; and lassoed a mangy steer!

Dispensing Ol' Slack Justice, it happened late one day;
Golden Girl was limping, in a mighty painful way!
And deep inside -- The Sheriff cried; not knowing what to say!

"Sorry," said the blacksmith, "Her problem's beyond me."
And the doctor: "All I can do, is end her misery."
Bowing his head -- the lawman said: "I'll do it! She's with me!"

The Sheriff knelt before her, all knew the time was nigh;
He softly brushed her forelock, as tears welled in his eye
Then this big lawman -- as soft as he can; kissed his girl good-bye.

The blacksmith left, he couldn't bear, to see her under strain;
But the doctor, he was used to it, time and time again.
"Steady, son -- Here's my gun. Now, take away her pain."

The doctor, he continued, "I do understand;
"Across the Painted Deserts to the Rio Grande!
"You're feelin' blur -- and hurtin' too;
"But in the end, it's ...
               ***BANG!***

Now, this story might be, a bit of a shocker;
But things aren't always as they ought'r,
'cause this Sheriff ain't -- astride Ol'Paint
Since she broke a rocker! 
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The Gift

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"I want a gift for my lady," he quietly said to self;
"Something special, something small, that needn't sit 'pon a shelf,
"And e'ery time she'd gaze at it, she would really know:
"That all my thoughts be filled with her and me heart yearns for her so."

But a suitable gift idea did not come easily to the man;
As he sat for hours 'neath a tree, his head held in his hands.
"Flowers are nice," he thought at first, "with bloom fragrant and bright;
"But, alas, they fade, wither and die within a wee fortnight!

"SWEETS!" he cried, "she also likes from the local confectionery;
"A heart-shaped box of chocolate treats is what I'll get for she!"
Then he thought a wee bit more, "But this gift is too short-lived;
"For after she has eaten them, 'tis an empty box I give!

"A puppy? No, it would water her plants, and a poem is merely words;
"To-gether in a liltin' rhyme that no doubts (I'm sure) she's heard!
"Something o' mine? No, not her style, and a stuff toy gathers dust;
"To find a token of my affection to give her, I must!"

He then walked past a jeweller's shoppe and spied a diamond ring;
"A circle," said he, "marks Eternity, and gold be a precious thing,
"A soft and fragile metal, much like the human heart!"
Then he bought the gift and hurriedly, to his lady he did depart.
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Ancestral Treasures

[Adapted from The Talmud]

In the days of the Second Temple, when Monobaz was king;
He converted to Judaism, a rather unheard of thing.
But at the time of great famine, Monobaz unlocked every door -
Of his ancestral treasures, distributing them to the poor.
But his ministers rebuked him, "What thy fathers did amass;
"Thou dost squander to the lower class!"
"Nay, they preserved earthly," said the benevolent king;
"But I have heavenly treasures beyond imagining!
"Theirs could all be stolen, regardless of what you teach;
"While mine is so far beyond any mortal reach!
"Theirs were cold and barren, mine will bear fruit without strife;
"They preserved their money, I preserved a life!
"The treasures that my fathers saved are, yes indeed, worldly;
But I tell you, that mine are for all eternity!"



A Vow Between Brothers

ccBYNCNDAn Irishman walked into a pub and sat down comfortably;
“What’ll ye have?” the keeper asked, and the Irishman asked for three —
Pints of Guinness draught and proceeded to sip each one;
Alternately, then ordered three more, when the first trio was done.

“Good Sir,” replied the barman, “I knows ye like ’em cold;
“But ye need not order’em three at a time,for me eye can keep a hold —
“Of your situation and when ye begettin’ low;
“I’ll tap ye out a fresh one, it’s no trouble t’all, ye know!”

“You don’t understand, two brothers have I,” the man began to relate;
“One resides in Australia and t’other in a U.S. state,
“We long made a vow to each other that e’ery Saturday night;
“We’d still drink together and just so as I delight —

“In slakin’ me thirst, in this here place, me brothers do so as well;
“In local pubs wheres they be,” the Irishman did tell.
“What a WONDERFUL tradition!” the barman then did say;
And he set down many sets of drinks for the Irishman that day.

So, every week, the man came in and ordered his trio of beer;
But then one week, “Only two, please!” the barman oddly did hear.
The Irishman drank them alternately and then he ordered two more;
And slowly the barkeeper thought for a bit and then his heart grew sore.

The barman’s eyes welled up with tears, “I’m so sorry!” he cried;
“I know what your tradition is and I’m sorry your brother died!”
“You’re sorry that me brother died? Mister, just what ye be thinkin’?
“Me brothers are fine, alive and well – it’s just that I quit drinkin’!”

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I Think of Ye

I think of ye, when upon the sea, when e’er I see the glow;
Of the pearl-white moon’s reflection in the gentle waves below.
Your voice I hear (and feel you near), when the cool, night breeze doth blow;
Across my face like the soft caress, from you I’ve come to know.
But the Sun has set, since the time we met, and separate ways we go;
And I think of ye, when upon the sea, when e’er I see the glow …

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