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Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow and the Day After

Posted on December 2, 2009 at 11:37 AM

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow and the Day After

Yesterday, for the first time,

I was too tired to ride

I was afraid I would be hurt if I was thrown

I heard someone say my barn was too shabby

I let someone tell me I was too pudgy to ride

I realized I was old

I had to face that I could no longer keep up

I had to let go of my dreams

I felt my heart break

I turned my back on my friend

I knew I was done



Today, for the last time,

I felt warm, braided leather in my hands.

I ran my stirrups up so they wouldn't bang my mare's sides

I released the buckles on the girth and watched my girl sigh

I slowly dropped the bit so it wouldn't hit her teeth

I gave my mare a cookie to thank her for the ride

I buried my head in her soft, warm neck

I inhaled the sun and the dust in her long winter coat

I closed the gate and trudged to the muddy porch

I tracked hay and horse hair into my house

I pulled off my boots and felt the sting of warm blood returning to my

cold toes



Today, for the first time,

I cried after my ride

I felt my hands shake as I set the saddle on its rack

I hugged my young trainer a final goodbye

I waited for the new owner's trailer to arrive

I set my boots in a box to go to the Goodwill

I sighed at the wear on my riding gloves

I had no hay in my hair

I did not hear nickering when I opened my back door

I felt worse leaving the barn that I did when I entered

I had no one to check on before going to bed



Tomorrow, for the first time,

I won't have to buy hay

I can stay in bed longer

I won't see the poop pile grow

I won't be able to fly on four legs

I will be sorry I listened

I will regret letting her go

I will be angry at God

I will be angry at myself

I will cry the day away

I will be glad to die



Day after tomorrow, for the first time,

I will awaken in tears

I will know I was wrong

I will defy all the judgment

I will ignore my old bones

I will return the buyer's check

I will bring my friend home

I will take my boots out of the box

I will be reborn



For the rest of my life,

I will have a horse in my yard

I will ignore the cruel judging

I will watch the poop pile grow

I will have hay in my hair

I will track mud in my house

I will bury my face in her soft neck

I will let my soul fly

I will never be alone.



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