From Dust to Dust
Some do say
But what of all the joyful play?
Nickering
And playful run
That most admired, horse's fun
Or maybe twas
A quiet one
Who nuzzled close in missing sun
Is this gone?
Dead with them
Never to be heard again?
God in mercy
Would not take
All the joy this one did make.
In us we can
At any time
Bring this joy into our mind
To this joy
We give great laud
But when shall we give the great applaud?
With every dance
Or performing wow
There must be the final bow
Has God now taken
Our lovely friend
Or has He... applauded Them?
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