Out to Pasture
Restless, flexing and kicking,
rebellious and un-coordinated;
slowly I reigned you into my needs.
You became two white steeds
pulling this carriage up and down the days.
I promoted you to a position of highest trust:
relied on you completely.
Showed you off to my advantage.
It’s not that I thought you would go on forever,
it’s just that you never warned me,
buckled under me
on a sunny day
in Cardiff Bay.