At 91

1 week ago by @mattpierce

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At ninety one
you gave it a run
your deformed hands
from a stroke you once had
feeding yourself
was a thing of the past
we knew that you couldn't last
A February night
had a cold chilling bite
dreamt of horses she rode
on the land her father sowed
At ninety one
outlived your sons
the will is there, the body is not
all the battles that you have fought
Misery lies
deep in her eyes
She begs and she pleads
to take her home to her steed
at ninety one
you gave it a run
at ninety one
you gave it a run
at ninety one
you gave it a run
...and fade

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