forgotten cowboy; hope or despair?
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
The past haunts us even in our sleep. Chased by dreams and haunted by vanished spirits of withdrawn companions.
Horses gone, fences in disrepair; what is there to get a forgotten cowboy up in the morning before 7AM?
Children are comforting but soon inherit adult size problems, despite huge potential the conspiracy of all against the individual weighs them down to. Too bad, children have been the future since Old testament times. We miss the patter of small feet.
The World spins while liturgical differences slaughters the weak and innocent. Pray for the innocents of far away lands and don't send our technological weapons to interfere in their lives.
Beer prices rise but the good news, no one has any savings to be hurt by deflationary interests rates. Still the fallen lady fame and fortune winks and struts for the next generation as they save and sacrifice.
Post modernism has defamed Plato and Descartes. Kafka and Sartre rules our thoughts from the grave. Meanwhile the young are happy if they can get a new phone plan and phone apparatus every few of Apple's or Verizon's reporting periods. We hope they have significant things to say on their updated phones.
Walk on forgotten cowboy. Toward the West land of opportunity. Greet the sunrise with hope and enthusiasm. A better day comes tomorrow. Be fit, ready and alert. The secret is about to revealed
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