The Bandit

As a winding road progresses
A Bandit must continue
Trotting down the old worn path
In hope for redemption
And the very last time I saw him
He said he must push forward
And that he learned his lesson

It started a few days ago,
Late in the evening
He was strolling out of a saloon
When he was confronted
By a group of brawny goons

So he readied both revolvers
And the others, they did too
The Bandit staring eye to eye
To what seemed to be the end
But the Bandit didn’t quit,
The Bandit put up a fight
And one by one the others
Proceeded to fall
And after the last one fell
He stared at their dead bodies
And realized that
The smallest one
Was his oldest son
He kneeled and cried
At the thought of his son gone

He stayed there for a while
To say a few prayers
Then the Bandit left the scene
Only to be discovered
By the sheriff of the county
The sheriff had put out a search for the Bandit
The Bandit knew he must go
So he mounted his horse’s back
And he readied to leave
And the very last words he said to me were
“I hope for redemption,
And I must push forward
You see, my little boy,
I have learned my lesson.”
The lesson that he taught me
Was that never to do things without thinking
Always resolve problems peacefully
To be kind to others
And you won’t end up like me.