The Racehorse

I was so young,

Not even fully grown,

Taking me from,

The life I’d known.

You put me in training,

To learn how to race,

Each time I won,

Put a smile on your face.

Glorious races,

The crowd’s loud cheer,

I never once thought,

I’d have reason to fear.

One sunny day,

Pain hit mid race,

I barely stumbled in.

I was last place!

Everyone worried,

The vet was called,

A hurt tendon he said,

I’d have to be stalled.

Months went by,

I slowly got better.

One day bad news,

Came in a letter.

I was sold at auction,

To very bad men.

I was put with others,

In a very large pen.

Then loaded in a trailer,

Two levels tall.

It was crowded and tight,

I struggled not to fall.

We traveled for days,

With little rest.

Each of us scared,

But hoping for the best.

We arrived at a terrible place,

We all smelled death and fear,

What did I do,

For you to send me here?

I tremble and shake,

As I’m forced down the line,

Hoping that somehow,

You’ll change your mind.

The last thing I think,

As I’m hung by a leg,

Please don’t do this,

Can’t you hear me beg?

Then my life rushes out,

And a bridge in sight,

I’ll wait for you,

I call with all my might.

Why do I wait?

After all YOU sent me,

To my fate.

I’ll give you one reason,

I’ll say with a sigh,

More than anything,

Copyright:  B.M. Qualset 2008