When Father Time caught my gelding the leaves were turning brown.
He was suffering and couldn't eat, it was time to put him down.
It's hard to do what you need to when your eyes are soakin' wet.
I thought about my childhood and waited for the vet.
I guess I wasn't ready, when he fell it made me weep.
I rubbed his nose and sang to him - he slowly went to sleep.
A breeze blew down from somewhere and brushed away my tears, like a kiss
from heaven for all the happy years.
In my mind he's in a meadow, the grass is long and green
He teaches every kid to ride and becomes their favorite dream.
verse by Don Bishop-