My Grandpa's Advice

   I think back a few years to when I was a young gal, My Grandpa bought me a horse instead of a toy.
 And he taught me something when I got bucked down, not to lay there and whimper but get off the ground.
"Sweetheart," he'd say, " You'll never have very much pride, if you quit right now and don't finish the ride."
First he'd dust off my britches, then catch up my horse, He'd hand me the reins and start me back on my course.
I probably wouldn't be a ridin' horses today, if it weren't for those words my grandpa used to say.
They come back to me time and again, and I realize now, what I didn't see then.
He wasn't just talking about a horse that could buck, but about any problems that I might try to duck.
So when trouble springs up every once in awhile, I think of grandpa and I quietly smile.
I don't turn my back or run away to hide, I get up off the ground and I finish the ride.