Krish Radhakrishna Poet Rhyme

Winner and Loser

Man in a suit drives his Rolls Royce,
Kept polished shinning by local boys,
His scarf and cravat are made of silk,
His designer trousers as white as milk.

Knows full well his source of wealth,
Keeps me nourished in prime health,
Well clothed and housed in my room,
Cared for fully by a personal groom.

Many a Cups and prices I have won,
He takes the applause when I am done,
He has amassed gold and diamonds,
My earnings merely grass and almonds!

How long will this love and dove last?
Will he care when I am no longer fast?
Will he remember me, his source of bread?
Or will it all end with a bullet to my head?

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Panagiota Romios January 13, 2020 at 4:18 PM Owners of pedigreed and winning horses love them. To raise a fine horse costs a fortune. Horses are only shot if racing, fall and break a leg, as far as I know. They are well cared for after their winning days are over. AND Probably better cared for than dogs or cats living with the homeless.... Panagiota Krish Radhakrishna January 14, 2020 at 2:03 AM Indeed. I hope this horse gets such a care. In some parts of the world they may not be that lucky!