The Racing Days
By Abby
Oh the good old days
The times when I could run
The time when I was the best of the best
Now I’m old and can’t run
My mane and tail are thinning
My legs growing weary
The days of racing are gone, long gone
How I long to hear the sound of hooves behind me
The crowd cheering
But most of all my master congratulating me
I miss the reward carrots
I even miss the crack of the whip.