In the midst of Covid-19, one of the
deepest psychosies’ is loneliness. “Social distance,” sliding take-out
tacos under the door, being served pizza across the counter like a
Frisbee, having to carry a measuring tape and whip it out like Marshall
Dillon to confirm 6 feet every time some masked stranger comes your
way…all to prevent civil discourse and staying friends. IT IS
DEPRESSING. Those of you historians familiar with the pioneers who came
west know they often found themselves in the lonely isolation that some
of us are feeling today. Yet we RISE TO THE OCCASION, BRAVE AND INSPIRED
TO MAKE THE BEST OF IT.
Blue lonesome is dang hard to handle
Especially out where the road ends
So any excuse for a party
Is welcome, and bound to make friends.
Once, a pilgrim seekin’ some solace
Staked a claim a long way from town.
He’d come from the itch of the city
And in six months he’d settled down.
He built himself a small cabin
He sat on the porch one fine day
When he saw a rider approaching.
He saw him from miles away.
The rider said he was up country
And rarely came this way at all
But he thought he’d be a good neighbor
By throwin’ a cowboy ball!
The pilgrim inspected this stranger
Who never got down from his horse.
He looked like he needed a dentist,
His manner was rugged and coarse.
But lonesome can pray on a body
And the stranger sounded sincere
“We can dance all night if we want to,
Play music and toast the Frontier!
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