I was a rodeo cowboy who never won the world or even close to it. Having been injured on the job so as to allow my injury to dictate events from that day forward.
Years earlier I had attended college majoring in Rodeo and Girls with a minor in Beer and Study. Sadly I own up to the fact that my interst was in that order. Pondering, then wishing I would have been capable of retaining the over abundance of intellectual worthiness that seemed to hold me captive at that point in time. Reflecting on these particular events from the past gives validity to the expression:
IF WISHES WERE HORSES BEGGARS WOULD RIDE!
Post life of a rodeo cowboy college student then married man I am quite pleased to say i am happily divorced without a home. It is benificial to be so described for i haven’t any grass to mow and needless to say I haven’t a lawn to water.
The last time I peered at my drivers license it portrayed me as fifty years old. A consequence I embrace not by choice rather circumstances from a scripted phase of life. Experiences in life have also given me a love of writing poetry. I will give you a sample so you will be watching for a book of poems in the future!
In closing I will leave any and all with this fact:
Success is possible only if there is hope and to have hope you must have a dream so consequently without a dream failure is inevitable.