Keeping Up the Pace
Life is like a galloping horse,
Flying around a track
Faster and faster, he gallops
Too fast to look back
His need to win is crucial,
He cannot afford to lose
If he could communicate
He would refuse
One day when hurtling
Around this long race track
The jockey pushed him too far
And cracked his whip
On the horses back
Faster screamed the jockey
It looks like we might win,
He cracked the whip again
That broke the poor horse's skin
The crowd were all yelling,
Egging the jockey on
Hoping he's a winner
And they'll be rich before too long.
The horse was exhausted,
He had suffered enough
The winning post was very near
But the race had been tough
The rider was feeling jubilant,
He was sure he was going to win
The onlookers thought so too,
Cheering louder, making such a din.
The horse was breathing heavily,
His heart was beating fast.
Sweat was pouring off him,
As the other horses passed
One by one, they passed him,
He was no longer in the race
He died peacefully later in his stable
As he could no longer keep up the pace.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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