Alone in a barn so close, yet so far,
A black mare stands ready to spar.
She yearns to race, but isn’t trained,
Her time to race is waned.
As a foal she was pampered,
Now her future has been tampered.
She was breed for greatness,
But has to start her life in lateness.
How great she would have been,
Of only her trainer didn’t sin.
Her sloth training for the mare,
Is leaving the horse with a future bare.
All she can do is wait for her,
Hoping it’s not too late for her training to occur.