He stands there every morning,
a solitary figure nibbling the grass,
ignored by the people going for their morning walk,
he stares as they pass him.

He was once perhaps a magnificent creature,
a feared contestant, his owner’s pride,
never thought a day might come,
when he would be left alone.

Today he gives the children a ride,
whipped if he slows down,
Tears fall from his tired eyes,
You can almost hear him sigh.

I did not see him today,
something did not just seem right,
I asked the boy who was his master,
He had passed away last night.