Delight

Out in the field she lays,
In the tall, green grass,
Chewing contently on leaves and hay,
Grey fur covering her mass.

Her glory days have left,
She won the Triple Crown,
She stole every bet,
Now to the field she is bound.

O to be young once more,
And be better than the rest,
One more tally on her perfect score,
One more filly to test.

To the days of feeling free,
And the love of one girl,
How she misses her Capri,
The only jockey as a girl.

It's funny how time flies by,
You don't even see the glance,
But brown turned to gray can't hide,
As elderly bones can't dance.

Yet as she lay there,
A thought came to her mind-
Yes, she is an old mare,
But her life has been so kind.

Growing up is not bad,
Nor looking back on years,
The times of happy and mad,
And conquering the fears.

"Life is short," she told me,
"Although it may seem long,
It's just a wave tossed into the sea,
Here and then it's gone."

"So listen here, young child,
Laugh because you live,
Don't let your life grow mild,
And never cease to love you give."