Out Behind the Chutes

Out Behind the Chutes

Life is like a buckin’ chute, comin’ at ya’ hard,

get’s a little better if yer brother is yer pard.

Big brothers are the best, I’m lucky I got two,

now one of them is gone, and I’m feelin’ blue,

They taught me how to swim and how to ride a bike,

in between they took the time to take me for a hike.

Limp and wet, Virg pulled me from the pool,

And as I coughed the water up, he wiped away the drool.

One time, Virgil saved me from electric shock,

You could hear me holler half-way down the block.

They bought our Mom a present and said that I chipped in,

When we played a game of cards, they often let me win.

They taught me how to shift and how to work the clutch,

Though at first it seemed, I didn’t have the touch.

They took me to the Church and to the Sunday School,

They hoped that I would learn about the Golden Rule.

They bandaged up my cuts and washed away the hurt,

Rode me to the ER, when my blood began to spurt.

They grew up and went off to serve our great land,

I was so proud of them that they took a stand.

Later they would pave the roads and put the dirt in place,

and I would still appreciate their wisdom and their grace.

Now Virgil, he is gone, we’re left to carry on,

No use to fret upon, his final curtain drawn.

He’s crossed the Great Divide, made his final ride,

And if I even tried, my tears I could not hide.

One day my time will come, at the end of my run,

But Lordy don’t be glum, I’m gonna’ find someone.

Saint Peter have you seen him in his cowboy boots?

I’ll betcha we can find him out behind the chutes.

LDT Jan 8, ’22

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