To My Dear Old Friend
The horses of Helios rise to cross the skies,
by Joan E. Clark
The pale lamp of Diana gently fades and dies,
Tears of Eos slowly melt away,
The world awakes to greet another day.
We are both getting old, my little friend
And our romps through the woodlands soon must end.
How many more dawns will we see, we two,
Before I must say farewell to you?
The path to the woodland gets more steep
But we still go each day, our routine to keep;
We pause and pretend that you've found a new scent;
Your legs are stiff and my back is bent!
When the snow white horses take Helios to rest
We sit by the fire, this time is best.
Your misty eyes close and you give a big sigh
And snuggle up close until morning is nigh.
I remember the time when you ran wild and free,
Full of mischief and fun, but faithful to me.
How swiftly life passes, but at least you must know
That I'll care for you always 'til it's time for you to go.