I stand, a proud stallion, my tail held high,
My bearing still strong and my top shoulders squared,
And watch other parts of the world going by,
And watch from a distance the things I've not shared.
From safety I watch and can say I've enjoyed
The lives of the families, the mares, stallions, and foals.
I've seen and protected, and never destroyed.
The joy of those distant, yet happier souls.
My life is my own, still, though friends have their claims,
And honor, and duty, and courage take shares.
I'm burned yet by wistfulness, weak, yet fierce flames,
And find that I'm not exempt from others' cares.
Though left to myself, I find that I can prize
The laugh of a filly, the smile of a colt.
The look of respect in an onlooker's eyes,
The knowledge that I'm one to whom others bolt.
I'm yet, still, a teacher, though not in the schools.
But knowledge I've garnered I've tried hard to share,
And ways of good conduct, those absolute rules
That brings foals to discipline, shields the old mare.
The humans around me note difference, but still
I have their respect, and I know they have worth.
We all wish to live, and sometimes we must kill
Or heal if we all want our own share of Earth.
The years move, now, faster, the seasons flash by.
My coat has turned shaggy, then sheds, and grows grey.
I'm still my own master, beneath the vast sky,
And if I take orders, I choose to obey.
I see youth and beauty, and I realize
That for me they're fleeting, perhaps by now gone,
I can share my wisdom, help, heal, and advise.
And there will be beauty yet, and a new dawn.