I was born a 20th century man

With more dreams than I could understand

Just floating ideas like the clouds

Keeping me lonesome in a crowd…

Yet still I ride against the wind

The rain washing my soul from within

A 20th century cowboy without a horse

No directions, plans or followed course…

Memories of better men

Than I see today

Hard-lived faces, hearts of Gold

Time to show a stranger the way…

Sure, I’ve had my share of mistakes

Things I have said and done

But now I’m old – maybe wise

Realise there’s no place to run

Running from my myself most of my life

From truths I refused to face

Time’s catching up – Hunting me down

God’s bounty hunter leads the chase

Ride I will through the storm

Into the moonless darkest night

A 20th century frontier man

That will never give up the fight

A 20th century frontier man

Slowly riding out of sight…

M.C. Bolton, Christmas 2023