Dedicated to 'Vyta du Roc'
My dappled grey coat, sheened with sweat
As I try my hardest to land your bet
Knowing that loving hands will afterwards tend me
Wise deeds done to guide and defend me;
Suddenly, my race is run and over
Now I have dreams of fields of clover
My patient and understanding eyes can see
A restful place you have in store for me;
But if I could see just one month ahead
When my racing glory days have fled
I am viewed as slow and old
Dispensed with, discarded, cast out and sold;
And I stand here, shaking, terrified
In the place where human kindness died
My trust in you scorned and waylaid
As my dreams begin to fade;
You only wanted me for winning and prestige
Bravely to those fences I laid siege
But it was all just part of your cruel plan
Another loyal horse betrayed by man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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