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Yesteryear
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Cowboy Poetry It was a time of justice,
when outlaws knew fear.
It was the wild west,
of yesteryear.
When men were rugged
and rode the range.
When progress came
in slow-paced change.
When ladies were demure
and blushed at a glance.
When poker was the main,
gaming of chance.
Where horses and wagons,
filled dirt-packed streets.
And tiny hands begged,
for merchantile sweets.
When the skies were vast,
and high-rises blocked no view.
When the mark of high society,
was an indoor loo.
When the strongest drug,
was homemade mash.
And every dollar,
was hard-earned cash.
Where time slowed down
and no one rushed.
When nights were silent
and earth stayed hushed.
When cowboys got rowdy,
at the local saloon.
Where the piano player,
tickled out a downhome tune.
Yeah, it was a time of struggle
and many a tear.
But today can't compare...
to yesteryear.
