Straight From the Horse

Let’s not make fun of that old horse

Because he's weak and slow;

He gained more favor in his time

Than most of us will know.

He won the hearts of all who knew

Him in his better day’s,

And he has earned the right to rest

And reminisce and graze.

He knows the satisfaction of

A full and useful life,

A maximum of gladness and

A minimum of strife,

Of service freely given those

He knew had needed him.

His was a simple way of life;

He also needed them.

If it was shelter that he wished,

Or water, grain, or hay,

The least he should expect to do

Was meet his task each day.

And if he wanted love and praise,

Well, this was simple, too;

That extra effort on his part

Was all he had to do.

He gave the best he had to give,

In weather, foul or fair,

When those he served had need for him,

They knew he would be there.

He was dependable as time,

As sure as rising sun,

And true and honest with his Job

Until he got it done.

He learned what life can hold in store

For willingness and zeal,

How satisfying praise and love

And gratitude can feel.

He had all this and more besides,

To carry in his heart,

And all that had been asked of him,

Was to only do his part!