Thank God he's gone, <br />on his horse <br />of all colors- <br /> <br />we can take up again <br />the lives <br />he rode shooting into <br /> <br />in the blind <br />mask of belief <br />in the legend of himself- <br /> <br />and why should we have <br />to think we've failed him? <br />ransomed <br /> <br />these lives of ours, <br />let him ride off <br />with his guns and his needs <br /> <br />into other lives, <br />quiet as ours, <br />further west- <br /> <br />why should a woman <br />blame herself <br />for not knowing <br /> <br />how to ease him <br />down <br />off the horse of his differences? <br /> <br />Why this guilt- <br />we can't spit it out- <br />for all he will learn <br /> <br />when the bright <br />horse fails <br />beneath him, <br /> <br />when he comes, <br />hat in hand, palefaced, <br />blinking <br /> <br />in our daily sun, <br />for our blessing, <br />for a place among us?<br /><br />Eric Torgersen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lone-ranger-rides-off/
