Racing

One by one they rush past me,
I feel the wind rushing past my face,
As I know they feel the heat,
I worry about the time they are running,
As I know this may be the final race,
For the one I have know,
To come depending on,
May be the last one of them all,
To much time has been worrisome,
The time has come to know,
As I move backstage with my horse,
I know that either way I'll still have her,
As I see people complaining about the horse,
I worry but there is no need,
As it may be her last race,
It is not her last day of living,
As I know I'll get the daughter of my famous horse.