Monday, October 21, 2013

the old horse never dies


The old horse never dies
You think it has gone to pasture
Through the years the old horse bids time
Some may say it has to go now

The horse racing of the years
It had seen the brokering roads
Nothing was left to chances
The wicked ways it had become

The old horse once it was
The stallion of the highest breed
It could race any place any where
It had no fear of challengers

The years took its toll
Old age came so the mind wavered
The sharp focus had gone
The eyes seemed slightly blinded

Yet the old horse stands
Weighing the options in hand
The bitterness in its mind
The dark shadows will be called

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