then finally, the horse that i am riding, <br />the black one with long hair and <br />long feet, flying without wings, <br />speed nearing the speed of light, <br />has taken the lead, and the rest follow <br />tirelessly still, <br />i do not look back, <br />i do not beat the horse with a stick <br />i keep on riding making the horse <br />feel confident that i am still <br />supporting its cause, to be first, <br />to be famous <br /> <br />and then my horse wins, <br />the owner gets the real buck, <br />and i the jockey, <br />merely receives a little name <br />and a little commission. <br /> <br />the horse gets nothing.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-horse-that-i-am-riding/
