Mar 20
Life was, at first, hard to understand.
I followed the rigors of living,
Day in, day out, in vanity—
Forgetting that futility only dazzles
As long as we are alive to see it.
What a privilege to give death a thought,
Though some never get the time
To glimpse the coming plot
Before it arrives to collect life.
This beautiful gift—something borrowed.
In this instance,
Death had made a catastrophic mistake—
Misjudging the chain of events,
Failing to see what I had come to know:
That life is a cowboy’s scene,
And a showman can only leap from horse to horse
While luck still rides beside him.
To be honest, no one really knows
When they will cast their final dice.
Even while staring—
Hell to the left, heaven to the right,
Locking eyes with death itself—
There is still no guarantee the game is over.
I have ridden my luck for over forty years,
Sick, dying, and still living.
I am the cowboy, the main star—
But how many more horses I’ll ride, who can tell?
Hades is only an errand spirit sent to collect.
How much does it truly know?
Some see the plot too late,
Then grind their teeth in regret:
Oh, if only I had known!
Why didn’t I ride harder?
Why didn’t I embrace every gallop—
Every high, every fall,
Every carnival ride through storm and sunshine?
Why did I let the dark clouds linger?
People spending years trying to make sense
Saying, sorry me atop their horses—
Their rich horses, dead-end horses,
The rich, poor and the broken alike—
Instead of simply riding.
The ticket will expire,
We just don’t know when.
As for me, like said
I am the cowboy- the main star,
The Clint Eastwood of buckles and gallops.
I have ridden harder than diamonds since fifteen,
Starting life from a losing position,
With the odds forever against my survival.
All I ever wanted was to ride—
To break every horse beneath me,
To defy the script.
I have ridden in every way—
Recklessly, on the devil’s own steed like a daredevil,
Glamorously, on Black Beauty,
I have tamed Maximus and Hidalgo,
Fought to stay alive upon the War Horse.
In life, I have ridden the Black Stallion,
Earned my title as a Horse Whisperer.
It is a mystery I am still here,
Thanks to Duke—
The one and only miracle horse.
So let death come for me—whenever.
I’d keep riding hard
Till the wheels fall of the wagon
Janji Moore - 2025 ©️
I followed the rigors of living,
Day in, day out, in vanity—
Forgetting that futility only dazzles
As long as we are alive to see it.
What a privilege to give death a thought,
Though some never get the time
To glimpse the coming plot
Before it arrives to collect life.
This beautiful gift—something borrowed.
In this instance,
Death had made a catastrophic mistake—
Misjudging the chain of events,
Failing to see what I had come to know:
That life is a cowboy’s scene,
And a showman can only leap from horse to horse
While luck still rides beside him.
To be honest, no one really knows
When they will cast their final dice.
Even while staring—
Hell to the left, heaven to the right,
Locking eyes with death itself—
There is still no guarantee the game is over.
I have ridden my luck for over forty years,
Sick, dying, and still living.
I am the cowboy, the main star—
But how many more horses I’ll ride, who can tell?
Hades is only an errand spirit sent to collect.
How much does it truly know?
Some see the plot too late,
Then grind their teeth in regret:
Oh, if only I had known!
Why didn’t I ride harder?
Why didn’t I embrace every gallop—
Every high, every fall,
Every carnival ride through storm and sunshine?
Why did I let the dark clouds linger?
People spending years trying to make sense
Saying, sorry me atop their horses—
Their rich horses, dead-end horses,
The rich, poor and the broken alike—
Instead of simply riding.
The ticket will expire,
We just don’t know when.
As for me, like said
I am the cowboy- the main star,
The Clint Eastwood of buckles and gallops.
I have ridden harder than diamonds since fifteen,
Starting life from a losing position,
With the odds forever against my survival.
All I ever wanted was to ride—
To break every horse beneath me,
To defy the script.
I have ridden in every way—
Recklessly, on the devil’s own steed like a daredevil,
Glamorously, on Black Beauty,
I have tamed Maximus and Hidalgo,
Fought to stay alive upon the War Horse.
In life, I have ridden the Black Stallion,
Earned my title as a Horse Whisperer.
It is a mystery I am still here,
Thanks to Duke—
The one and only miracle horse.
So let death come for me—whenever.
I’d keep riding hard
Till the wheels fall of the wagon
Janji Moore - 2025 ©️
