've leaned on you,

I've cried on you,

I have and always will love you,

I've ridden you,

I've fed you,

I have and still will care for you,

Now as you grow old,

You're growing out of reach,

You seem to shrink into your pain,

Those younger want to take your place,

To be my pride and joy,

But Comet, you'll always be my boy.

The End

Story by: Kathleen, age 15, USA

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