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