Blink of a milkman’s eye, life rushes by so fast.
It’s been a long, long time since I was out leadin’ the pack.
I had my mind on the finish, too soon I passed the racepin.
They won’t put me out to stud, got no more races to win.
Lady Luck has run its course.
I’m an empty show of A spent force.
No point in floggin’ this dead horse,
My way ’round the track I heard the hounds at my heels.
blinkered, not allowed to see, only the crop’s sting feel.
Yeah I’m one tired step away from the knackers yard.
Guess when you reach the top you’re gonna come down hard.
When you’re in your prime, they promise to put you out to golden grass.
But your gallop to the end’s not even rewarded with a hero second class.
©15.4.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman