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The Last Poem
Glen Enloe
 
On your next inspiration,
Before your begin—
Think if this is the last poem
That you will ever pen.
 
Fate will perhaps strike you down
And you will be no more—
But that’s just the way of this world,
Of that you can be sure.
 
So eat and drink and love your life—
That grand carpe diem—
Play the game to its full extent—
Call ‘em as you see ‘um!
 
Then on the next time you write,
It will not be your last—
So write away – enjoy yourself—
For this all, too, shall pass.
 
A Ridin’ In the Rain
Glen Enloe
 
You take out mid the thunder
And they think that you’re insane—
Just to lope on down the trail,
A ridin’ in the rain.
 
Your ol’ horse looks back a feared
As you slouch out on the plain—
Don’t bother with your slicker,
A ridin’ in the rain.
 
A wet creak in your saddle
Says this trip ain’t all in vain—
It gets you hard to thinkin’,
A ridin’ in the rain.
 
And when that day comes on you
And the years behind you wane—
You know it’s been a blessin’,
Just a ridin’ in the rain.