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The good and faithful steed

I know I'll never be,

and I've the haunting feeling

that modern machines will replace me.



And to break my neck,

to check that beaten path,

close one eye, do the math.



How did I get this far away?

I know it's not

like good animals to stray

but I've held these urges at bay

all night and all day,

all night and all day.



If I give in,

I can't take back what has been,

though what will happen

shall surely be the means to a tragic end.



but to the good and faithful anchor

I'll go,

leaving behind this tearful trail of sorrow

for a better shore.