Zenyatta...
Your stamina has got a lot of moxie,
To be believed.
And upon your retirement,
I express this sentiment...
Did you choose to lose your last race,
To let the guys realize,
In your own eyes...
You will never be replaced.
With a decision NOT to win,
Left for those of us wondering...
As we rub our chins.
Realizing with acknowledgement...
Zenyatta IS a winner.
And you, Zenyatta...
Did not have to prove THAT again!
Dedicated:
To the brilliance of Zenyatta,
A female race horse.
Who ran and won every race she entered.
EXCEPT her last.
Ran November 6th 2010.
And 'this' she might have chosen to do!
Knowing all who witnessed it,
Were expecting her to!
Coming from the very last...
To end in second place.
Even 'that' is sheer championship,
No champion winning a previous nineteen undefeated...
Can fake.
'We love you, Ms Zenyatta...
Queen of the race track.'
~lsp~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem