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