A horse bolts from the gates
From the saddle the jockey guides it
Together they work in a tandem
The crowd rises to its feet
The pace gathers
Surely they have this in the bag
Everthing seems to go plan
The gamblers cross their fingers
Others nervously chew on their nails
Now only the front three can win
Suddenly, it all comes to halt
A crushing ,harrowing stop
The horse had looked to the side
Rattled by the screaming crowds
Saw the other Jockey waving his stick
The other horses seemed too close
He lost focus ,he pulled up
Throwing the jockey off the saddle
He did not have any blinders on
He failed to keep his eyes straight
Because of this, many hopes were crashed
A certain win has become a tragedy
Such is life, we all need blinders
There are many distractions,
Especially from people who feel threatened
To get to prize , the mind must clear and focused
Like a horse our mind needs BLINDERS .