There isn’t any giddyup today

My giddyup has gotten up and gone

and I am just a plodding, sway-backed nag

that’s heading for the glue pots not a race.

My race is run. I need my heating pad.

It isn’t that I’m old exactly. It

is just that I am feeling old today.

Tomorrow I’ll be eight again and be

the conqueror of worlds and capable

of anything and everything. You’ll see.

But now I need to rest these ancient bones.

I know. I know. I’m pitiful. I know.

But yesterday. You should have seen me. Then

there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do.

But that was yesterday and not today.

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