Eight Seconds
Released from the chute and it began
Kicking and bucking this way then that
Trying to throw me it stopped and it ran
And to its effort, I had to tip my hat
It was a massive beast, crazy and wild
With horns that could gore you to death
The bones of many already were piled
Some scared away by its very breath
It snorted and grunted to intimidate men
And reared its head in defiant declaration
It had a legacy of confidence bread within
And was used to triumph’s celebration
But I dug in hard and held the rigging tight
And rode this bully through grief and strife
I gave the old warrior one hell of fight
This raging bull, we like to call,… LIFE
Eight seconds is all that you have to last
But it takes a lifetime to make it through
And once the ride of your life is past
Then tip your hat and bid the beast ado