The Horse Race
The galloping horses stopped in their tracks.
What they saw, I really don't know.
Their eyes were wild, they dropped their packs,
They put on quite a show.
People of all sorts stood three in a line
To see the herd kick up dust.
I watched from a stairway sign nearby
That said "We Plan to Win or Bust".
It seems the horses once ran a race,
But betting was not now allowed.
And habits slumber at a slow pace,
So some lost esteem they borrowed.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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