Sleep Comes

The worn body sighs

The sleepy eyes blink

The jaded old soul

Is starting to sink

Strong legs held up once

A body so fine

Full of fire and vigor

The head held up high

Glory and fame

It was all but a part

Of a much greater thing

That had yet time to start

Now rest is coming

A pleasant surprise

To the hustle and bustle

Of a racing horse life

Never failed to call

Again and again

On the powers within

For his will to win

Now rest is here

It settles inside

Calming and warming

His job is now done