The Last Trail’s Dust: Marking the End of a Lifetime’s Journey

The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.

Upon the crest where wildflowers bloom,

The last trails dust weaves whispers of gloom.

With leathered hands and a weathered heart,

He rides through memories, each plays its part.

The sun sinks low, a farewell blaze,

While shadows stretch in the evening haze.

His faithful steed, a companion true,

Knows every sorrow and joy he once knew.

Stars pierce the night with tales from afar,

Each twinkle a lesson, a guiding star.

From canyon echoes to river bends,

The journeys end calls, as solitude blends.

So with a sigh, he tips his hat,

To the land of dreams where he once sat.

In the stillness, he finds peace at last,

As the last trails dust shrouds the life he has passed.