Coach Man
Rein me in,
a hard leather pull in,
would help,
restrain me full,
whenever direction is astray,
to have a coach man,
to the coach,
you are horsing,
very few coaches have,
that luck,
that you are there is luck,
but relax the rein,
all the way,
untill my mein,
when I am allright,
and giving a true honest fight.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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