Look at Him Out There

Look at him out there Coat is turning grey His back has more curve Than it use to Look at him out there His eyes more sunken in At the top Forelock is thinner Look at him out there Moving about so slowly So achy Every other horse outrunning him At one time His coat shined like a new penny His face was filled out and younger His mane and forelock thicker And at one time He was never be triffled with He could outrun anyone