This old horse, the Rancher said,

She’s seen some better days,

She’s eating up my profits

And costs a lot for hay.

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Another horse would suit me

A stronger one at that

She’s seen a lot of miles

Like my cowboy hat.

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This old horse, the Rancher said,

She helped me herd my steer

I’m pretty sure she’s magic

I know I hold her dear.

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Another horse would suit me

One that can run fast

Maybe one that’s younger

Or maybe one that lasts.

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This old horse, the Rancher said,

She’s long and far in tooth

My children do remember

Her fondly from their youth.

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Another horse would suit me

A gelding in its prime

One that needs less fixing

That helps me save a dime!

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Why, they ask, then keep her?

Why not trade her now?

Bring her to an auction,

Replace her with a cow?

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The Rancher’s brow grew heavy

He took a staggered step

His eyes did show his friendship

In wrinkles, as they crept.

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His breath, he took in deeply

As he poised to say his words

It’s as if the earth grew silent,

That his message could be heard.

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This old horse, the Rancher said

Has given me her life.

I would not trade for anything

Nor either would my wife.

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Another horse would suit me,

And perhaps someday will come,

But this old gal, I love her,

She is the chosen one.

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The old horse, the Rancher said

Her services she did lend

Her and I have seen the years

This old horse, she is my friend.

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Another horse would suit me well

And younger days for me

And I will keep my promise,

Until our last breath sets us free.

"This Old Horse"

A poem by Jess Vee