He Wanted To Write A Poem Poem by tej Singh

This horse I thought I’d ride

Is dead. Why try to flog it?

Might as well get off the thing.

Don’t think to drag it

To the winning post.

What winning post? There isn’t one.

It’s dead I tell you. Dead.

Always on its last legs it was.

Gasping its demise when first

It dropped into my head.

Carried me nowhere,

Never reached the starting line.

Bury it good and proper I will,

And get a sleeping dog instead.

It might dream something up

Ron Gardner