Poem -
The Lone Ranger
It's a cold and rainy, nasty old day
Methinks I'll just stay inside today
Dream about love and happy things
Things that make my old heart sing
Recalling the joyous days of my youth
Wasn't outgoing, a surprising truth
Wasn't until very many years later
Finally became a mover and shaker
Now it's impossible to keep me down
Known worldwide as a bit of a clown
Happy as poop in this role that I'm cast
I'm a No.1 clown right down to the last
Sometimes I'll still write about mush
Remember the feeling and start to gush
Now I remember that familiar old stirring
Suddenly the feeling is recurring
So I sit for a while and think about nature
Cause now I'm known as The Lone Ranger
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The poem's friend Jack is fascinating and also leads me to these Prairies as far away from the television in black and white. Feel a clown is not bad, provided that is not of a killer clown, a clown essentially lives his profession to make laugh to children and adults, much worse to feel a clown, an object of derision is feeling miserable. The Lone Ranger with his horse Silver represents the noble spirit who lost North America sometime in the 20th century.
"represents the noble spirit who lost North America sometime in the 20th century"Β So very true, my friend!!! To bad we can't recapture those days of what we thought were days of innocence! Thanks for your comments, Lucas... they are nuch appreciated!!! - Jack