STEED POEM

Steed
M. Diamond

Exultant exultant young steed

Come careening from New York on a lead


Make tea and toast

In a house you hate the most

Cause you've lost your will and your creed


Misguided old fart of 33

A father knew what you will always be

a clown and a hoax

a hunter only of hopes

and broke on a wire you'll bleed


A horse spooked in the night tries to flee

But he'll sit a corner

In a town on the border

Mending only his broken knees