You May See Me And Look Away
 
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You may see me and look away, repulsed by my disfigurement.
You may see me as a waste of time, a waste of money.
As I feel like the filly of old, I enter this ring of death
With all the youth I've stored up for just this occassion.
I whinny for appreciation, was that me I heard?
For the sound I hear echoing is the sound of something worn and old.
I see no applaudinng faces, no hope do I detect.
Instead I feel a sense of dread with each and every step.

I am strong, I've got spirit, but my bones "lie" before me.
I high step as my back legs drag
Betraying me, they lag.
I somehow know this is my last chance, that there is a terrible end
I must try again.

You may see me as old and worn, but please do look again
For you just may find in this old gal, a true and loyal friend.
For I have a lot to give, I have a lot to teach.
If only you can look past my appearance
I know I am worth something, I beseech.
You may think my time has come, but I still have love to give,
A life to live.

"In this world, there are many jewels under the ground,
Please don't let me be one of them."
I say my peace with my last whinny, 
As I'm led to the kill pen.

(I couldn't end this poem like this, so in honor of my 40 year old 
   mare, Summer, who we lost this summer, who I wrote this for...I 
   added another ending.)

As a treasure hunter, I found this jewel,
I embrace her as a long lost friend
And standing still, mane flowing, 
An Angel lent from Heaven.
Relief in knowing this,
That she was loved till her end.

   Written & Contributed by Susan