Draft horse

How do you move draft horse, with that metal strap around your neck and shoulders, that load is way too heavy for you.
 
Look at the state of you,
bones a crumble, unsteady on your feet. 

Can't hardly write no more., spread to every bone. 

The constant and the constitution are at the moral for ground. 

Permanent this may be. 

Carry-on and the amount carried out have reached a grinding grindstone halt. 

What to say, dear draft horse,
I guess your due for greener pastures, set to retire before days run out. 

For you and all. 

The weight of the world has been heavy on your shoulders. 
The tolerance has wained to the way side, and there is no for what it's worth. 
You have never been one for conformity despite the blinders they put on you to make sure that you walked forward and didn't stray. 

Draft horse your a dark horse, whose personality personal load was a harsh burden to bare  to wear. 

So heavy, so exhausting, so totally true, that glue factory was after you. 

Whipped into submitting, made to go too far. 

Branded, commanded off, told too. 

But your determination reflects on what you now call sore.