Penniluck's legacy

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From Horses To Humans.

My voice is getting shaky, and my knees are getting weak.
I`m finding trotting painful although I`ve got four feet.
My life`s been long and awfully hard, I did my best for man.
Don`t put me in the knackers yard, I won`t come out again.

I`ve served you well I`ve not complained
Don`t kill me now I`m weak and maimed.
I did my best for human-kind
And you know what, I did not mind.
All I ask is you remember
That you might reach this cold December.
Will your friends turn you away
Because you`re old and cannot play.
I am a horse but I feel pain
I`m just like you, just old and lame.
I love you all I trust you still
Don`t kill me now because I`m ill.

I can`t pull carts `nor work the land,
but I have lots to give.
Take this love I offer you
and please, please let me live.