"The old gray mare...
she ain't what she used to be."
Never paid much mind to that little ditty.
Until I turned 37 plus 13.
Now I don't see any humor in it.
In fact, it's just plain rude.
Why should the old girl be what she
used to be?
She's worked for the better part of her life,
raised her babies....
taken care of her stallion,
kept a home,
worried about everything that
could possibly be worried about.
She's
chaperoned, chauffeured,
coddled, cooed,
cried, comforted,
counseled, cultivated,
created,
cleaned, cooked,
complied,
cooperated, coached
and coordinated.
and coordinated.
She should be tired...
very tired.
Why do you think they call her a workhorse?
She might not be that cute young filly
she once was...
but don't put her out to pasture yet.
Just hold your horses!
She's still got some trottin',
chargin', gallopin', and
prancin' yet to do.
And that's straight from the horse's mouth.
How 'bout somebody write a song about that.
Giddy-up!
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