A Cowboy Poem About Reincarnation
What is reincarnation, a cowboy
asked his friend?
It starts, his old pal told him, when your life comes to its end.
They comb your hair, and wash your neck, and clean your finger nails,
And put you in a padded box, away from life's travails.
Now you and the box goes in a hole what's been dug in the ground,
And reincarnation starts in when you're planted beneath that mound.
Then the box melts down just like the clods and you what is inside,
And that's when you're beginin' your transformation ride.
Then in a while the grass may grow upon your rendered mound,
Until one day upon that spot, a lonely flower is found.
And then a horse may wander by and graze upon that flower,
That once was you and has now become your vegetative bower.
Now the flower that the horse done eat, along with his other feed,
Makes bone, and fat, and muscle essential to the steed.
But there's a part that he can't use, and so it passes through,
And there it lies upon the ground, this thing that once was you.
And if by chance, I should pass by and see this on the ground,
I'll stop a while and ponder it, this object that I've found.
And I'll think about reincarnation, life and death and such,
And I'll come away concludin', why you ain't changed all that much!