Old Horses Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Old horses off course,
Prepared to enforce...
Aged endorsements,
Are not equipped to envision...
Decisions to make,
To enhance their 'trips'...
Through changes made.
Changes today that exist to stay.

And still with persistence,
They insist to unload...
Burdens on others,
With a doing as they are told.
Old horses off course,
Refuse to accept divorce.

But those old horses off course,
Prepared to enforce aged endorsements...
Find themselves faced with opposition,
By those not listening to outdated restrictions.
With it discovered not as easy as it use to be,
To dump their limited wishes without conflict...
On the backs of those now standing on their feet.
Awaiting for old horses to leave or be defeated.
Those on feet are fed up with mistreatment.

'We demand you take from us what we give.'
We represent those times,
When a doing done was done as is.'

~And we demand to keep our atmosphere clear.
We demand you get away from here.
Go back.
Go back with your aged endorsements intact.
Go back to the polluted pastures,
You left to leave garbaged as you grazed.
With a feeding to greed your own selfish needs.
Go back.
There is nothing you can give us but distance.
A distance until you fade away.
No one here accepts today,
Tricks from old horses we must obey.
Our eyes are wide open to stay that way.
Go back.
We've awakened to realize we have no need of that.~