Life is but a rodeo
With many barrel races
Requiring us give our best
As we’re put through our paces
Riding bulls and broncos
As we try to pass each test
And searching for the courage
That resides within our chest
I think that it’s a metaphor
Of how because we’re free
We set out for the wilderness
To see what we could be
The spirit of the pioneers
Just moves from town to town
I’ve always loved a rodeo
They’ve got the bravest clowns

Thoughts? jeffburkhart@primetimerhymes.com

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