Old warhorse

just about getting old and loosing what matters most

The old warhorse stands in the pasture, his scars never quite healed from battles past.

Younger, stronger, faster, horses take his place, he cannot compete with.

His glory days are behind him, the trumpets no longer call him to charge.

Still he stands tall waiting for the last call to arms the hope of one last rush to victory.

For it's all the old horse knows.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Excellent. I thought you were describing me.

[Kris]

I think I am talking about all us gents that are getting.. well you know.. :)

[hmm]

something to deeply ponder on, I know where you are going with this.
Time to time my mind wonders on me. I wonder why i have lost what I
have and doe sit really make me stronger for it. Deep profound piece.