Ricky Sholar

I’m a man whose tired and worn

Empty and dead on my feet,

Petered out, played out, pooped and torn

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I was working Keeneland we had horses to be sold..

I was in charge of setting up the day was starting to unfold.

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Whose door be that door?

Why, that’s Gabriel’s door.

It leads up the stairs

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He had a winter’s worth of growth

Hanging from his face.

His horse was worn and beaten down

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That little yellow smiley face

That should brighten up your day.

Is getting most ridiculous

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There's lips I want to kiss tonight

But those lips I can not touch

I want so bad to hold you tight

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The water flows beneath the bridge

As it sings it's gurgling song

I love to listen to the sound

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A soul lost and wandering

Never caring for anyone

Love is just some ritual

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They walk together hand in hand

By a little brook they stroll

Enjoy a picnic beneath the sun

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Conflict's are being fought

Within this heart of mine

It struggle's to understand

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