Broken Spurs: The Losses That Shape a Cowboy’s Journey

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

In dust and dusk, a cowboy treads,

With broken spurs and silent threads.

Each loss weaves deep within his soul,

A winding path that makes him whole.

The saddle creaks as memories play,

Of comrades lost along the way.

The sun beats down on weary brows,

Yet courage blooms amidst the cows.

He rides through storms that whip and howl,

With shadows clinging like a cowl.

The prairies sing of battles fought,

Each scar a lesson, wisdom sought.

As twilight falls, he lifts his gaze,

To starlit skies where dreams still blaze.

For in the heart of every pain,

A cowboy™s spirit finds its reign.