Thinking It Through
If wishes were horses,
Who buys the hay,
Shovels manure
And carts it away?
Who trudges to chores
In the cold winter rain?
Who hauls the water
And measures the grain?
Who cleans and polishes
All of that tack?
Who takes it out,
Puts it all neatly back?
Who curries and brushes
And sees to the feet
And wipes off the slime
After palming a treat?
Who hefts the saddle
And puts on the bridle,
Re-tightens the girth
While the horse huffs and sidles?
And who, may I ask
Had the nerve to decide
That the beggar knew how,
Or wanted to ride?
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