The Retired Horse

The tired and aged horse in the paddock his better days they are long gone Though he is enjoying his old age and for as long as he can he'll live on In his prime he was used for rounding up cattle he could run as fast as a hare But now his fastest is a slow trot the poor old bay seems the worst for wear. The young Jackaroo who used to ride him when he was a fleet five year old He went to the reaper quite early a story about him is told Whilst riding a bull at a rodeo he received a terrible fall From which he did never recover a sad memory for to recall. The farmer's daughter loves the old horse up to four years ago him she used to ride But for that he has got a bit old and time it is not on his side She now works in the city as a secretary and on visits home him she goes to see And he always neighs her a welcome of her he has many a good memory. The old horse is in his mid twenties and he has known a far better day With gray hairs on his face and muzzle he used to be a handsome bay Horses and people in some ways are similar we all have on us a use by date The clock on all life keeps on ticking and time on the living does not wait.