There the poor pitiful thing lies,
A lifeless corpse, drawing flies.
It’s been laying for so long there,
No longer feeling, no longer breathing air.
But despite this pitiful state,
There’s a bunch of idiots that think it’s not too late,
They are committed to ride it inspite it’s deceased state.
They continue with great fervor to strike and beat,
In this created fantasy of theirs of course.
They cannot give up on a bad idea and accept defeat,
Some people call it a “Dead Horse”.
We hear their cries, their screams and their curses,
As they beat upon their imaginary horses.
And after so many tries,
Still that dead horse will not rise.
(some will realise)
But some will continue to beat on,
Beating with all they have until the hide is gone.
When they beat through the meat and get to the bone,
They won’t leave the dead horse alone.
Still some may want to keep beating away-
Even in the horse’s sorry state of decay,
But hopefully, soon they won’t be able,
Too exhausted from beating it all day.
Maybe to finally give up their dead end fable,
Waking up to reality,
That DEAD is what their horse will stay,
No matter how hard they don’t want it to be.
After a long and successful career as a Senior Engineering Designer and Manager working with international mining companies, William David recently retired. Now living in Tucson, Az. after raising two great kids, he now has time to devote to a great passion of his: writing poetry. William writes for his pleasure and for the pleasure of those who might read his poems.