Small Victory

You've no business buying a mare like that, but buy her if you must." He bit the end off his cigar and spat it in the dust "She's old, she's lame, and barren too She's not worth feed and hay But I'll give you this," - he blew smoke at me "She was something in her day." "I recall her well ten years ago; she was a winner in her prime She was fast, and lean, and willing, but they raced her past her time And though she had the heart, her legs were gone And it wasn't hard to see, they kept her at it In the hopes of just one more small victory." "She was shunted around from track to track, from Kentucky up to Maine They'd run her in cheap claimers, all doped up to mask her pain And if it's my advice you want, I'd say, the poor thing's had her day You'd be throwing good cash after bad. It's best you turn away." Well they led her around the auction shed, and the bidding started low "She'll go for dog food," someone said, "the market's been that slow." But she raised her head, And pricked her ears, and before the hammer fell She was mine My friend turned around to me "You're soft-headed. I can tell." But she's been shoved from pillar to Post," said I, "And always done her best They used her up, they wrung her dry; you'd think she'd earned a rest So if she does naught but end her days beneath some shady tree I'll have saved her from the Knacker's yard, and that's enough for me." Well, that was near two years ago, she's filled out some since then The more so since she's been in foal; she eats enough for ten And this morn as I crept to the barn around about half past three There stood nursing on still trembling legs, one more small victory