The poor work horse;
At first eager
Clip-itti-clop,
Then after years of abuse;
A feeble
Flop-itti-flop,
As it lies
Skin and bone
On its side
On the road,
Abandoned.
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That's so painful! And your poem is marvelous! Thank you for this insightful strong poem!