A Horse's epitaph

["Tracey" <tracey@tbt.co.za>]

Hanky time, everyone.  Off-topic but poignant.

 

A Horse's Epitaph

by Robert Lowe

 

Soft lies the turf on those who find their rest

Beneath our common mother's ample breast,

Unstained by meanness, avarice or pride;

They never cheated, and they never lied;

They ne'er intrigued a rival to dispose;

They ran, but never betted on the race;

Content with harmless sport and simple food,

Boundless in faith and love and gratitude;

Happy the man, if there be any such -

Of whom his epitaph can say as much.