Wise as an owl,
but lost everything on the horses,
been through alcoholism,
and countless divorces,
yes, wise as an owl,
and with a furrowed brow,
his heart was over ruled by his mind far too often,
and he thought differently,
and it happens to us all,
and oh, how we fall,
oh, how we fall,
some harder than others,
but what good is the mind,
when the heart it disregards the most intellectual of thoughts,
in the hope that someone won’t be savage and cruel,
savage and cruel.