The Lantern’s Final Flicker: Light Fading on a Life Well-Lived

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

In the quiet dusk, the fire™s glow fades,

Casting shadows where the old horse wades.

A lantern dimmed, whispers tales of the brave,

Of trails well-traveled, and the lives they save.

The legends voice, like the wind, carries far,

Recalling the nights neath the wide-stretched star.

With a lonesome tune, he hums to the night,

Each flicker a memory, each sigh full of light.

Rugged mountains loom where the cattle once roamed,

With leather and dust, many hearts have called home.

As hooves tap a rhythm, the past sings so sweet,

In the dance of the shadows, old souls find their beat.

Yet time is a thief, and the lantern will dim,

But the stories endure, though the lights may grow slim.

So gather round close, and listen with care,

For a life well-lived flickers, yet lingers in air.