By birth most knew
This name of stern
As mentors too
Some take this turn
Few tamed in domicile
Less in passive right
Age takes this notice
Not wisdom nor sight
Whose care can nurture
Great strength in a foal?
To yield such future
Mere presence can scold
With great hope so few
Enjoy this manly art
That horses will march
Long after they depart
I await this fortune
Time takes my reign
My worships in court
Years cannot regain
How will my horses march
On life's steeple chase
Without their father's hold
From this their tender age?
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
By birth most knew
This name of stern
As mentors too
Some take this turn
Few tamed in domicile
Less in passive right
Age takes this notice
Not wisdom nor sight
Whose care can nurture
Great strength in a foal?
To yield such future
Mere presence can scold
With great hope so few
Enjoy this manly art
That horses will march
Long after they depart
I await this fortune
Time takes my reign
My worships in court
Years cannot regain
How will my horses march
On life's steeple chase
Without their father's hold
From this their tender age?
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