I CAN'T BE A
HORSE ANYMORE --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I remember the first time I saw you, so funny as
you walked in the snow,
Wearing so much, were you guy or girl? The
answer was later to know.
Your touch was gentle, your eyes were kind, your
words were soft and true,
A little male human, like many before, but
unlike most men that I knew.
You seemed more relaxed, strong but not harsh,
different right from the start
You earned my respect by showing me yours, it
seemed to come right from your heart.
My previous humans had been ok I guess, they
treated me well, of course,
And I did as I should all the things that I do,
I’m pretty good at being a horse.
I could nicker and snort and paw at the ground,
even whinny when time seemed right,
And just after my bath, I’d run for the mud,
human panic can be such a sight.
Yes my previous humans were all pretty nice, but
it wasn’t till I came to you,
That I really began to enjoy being a horse,
learning all that a horse has to do.
I enjoyed when we’d gallop all through the
woods, or when we would just hang out,
You’d sit down beside me as I grazed around,
that’s what being a horse is about.
Now being a horse meant a lot of good things
like the horse shows that you took me to,
I always looked great, we were such a good team,
as obviously everyone knew.
So much primping and cleaning and clipping and
all, it tested my patience a bit,
But every good horse learns to tolerate humans,
to keep humans from throwing a fit.
We’ve done so many things in our years together,
I’ll never remember them all,
As year after year you cared for me well, and I
came to you each time you’d call.
But now I feel things growing different, I feel
weak where I used to feel strong,
My legs seem to hurt and my vision is poor, yes
something is terribly wrong.
Our last few rides together had become quite a
struggle for me,
When you asked me to go I tried best I could,
but it’s hard when you really can’t see.
And it’s not just the riding that bothers me so,
but each time my herd goes away,
It takes all I can do just to try to keep up and
it hurts when I wish I could play.
Yes I’ve been pretty good at being a horse until
lately when my troubles began,
Guess I’m getting old, and try as I do, things
don’t seem to go as I plan.
So I’m telling you now as one friend to another,
something not easy to say,
I’m not doing too well at being a horse, I can’t
even enjoy all my hay.
I still knicker each time I hear you, and I so
wish we could go for a ride,
Just once more to carry you on through the
woods, could do so much for my pride.
I do enjoy the time that you’re with me, even
though I can’t offer you much,
But I want you to know, what it means to me, to
feel the love in your touch.
We’ve been together for so many years and my
eyes have always been true;
What I say with my eyes, you always know, as if
I were talking to you.
From my heart through my eyes, as it pains me to
say, to the one that I so adore,
I must leave you now, my lifetime is done, I
can’t be a horse anymore.
