Eight Seconds

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