Old retired race horses
Sad to see the decline
Empty fields welcome strangers fast
A spirit flickering
In a bright morning sun
Suddenly does appear
Then slowly fades away
Old dog still wag it's tail
But don't bark
Just growls now and then
Old house cat
Still got some deadly claws
Sharp enough to
cut a fish bone
And goes deeper than a bee sting
Old people sip
Black coffee
Watch backyard grass
Grow mountain high
No clocks in the house
To tell them
The time that runs out!
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