A
Fine Mare
My friends now laugh at me and my dear nag,
Since they remember when she was so fine,
That I would brag and boast, "That mare
is mine!"
Now I'm the butt of every joke and gag.
They ask:"Why do
you keep that sorry hag!?"
"Perhaps when she was young she was divine?"
"But
that old coat has clearly lost its shine!"
"And look at how her tail and chest both sag!"
But I remember how I use to ride.
Over those hills and valleys, how I'd glide.
Oh, in my prime she filled me with such pride.
I think I've touched high heaven in her
stride.
So in retort, I tell those friends who gloat,
"There's more to
a fine mare than a fine coat!"
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2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.