A Slow Sad Song
My horse is old and gray
Seen many a better day
Swayed in the back
Steady and on track
I too old and gray
On my back life I weigh
Now I slump
Still prodding along
Singing a sad, sad song
Wondering did I ever belong
Did I leave a mark
Was my short ride worth much
Should I hide
Slowly, lowly as I ride
Concealing my face
In disgrace
At times I feel I did my best
At times I took on a sorry rest
Why am I still here
I feel alone
Cold and sad
Completely mad
Clip-pity-clop
Will my time ever stop
Clip-pity-clop
I now ride my course
With very little love
With very little force
Were to I wonder
As I ride
Me and horse can no longer glide
So out here alone we hide
Riding along this old trail
Pondering did all fail
I hope not
But I am not to judge
I used all I had
And now I am sad
Clip-pity-clop
Will I now close
Can I now stop
Down the dusty trail
No longer wagging tail
Did I win
Did I fail
I do not know
But the clipping will cease
Leaning back in the saddle
Fate I now straddle
Hat I pull back
For the last time
Pity-clop
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