Baby when
we were young
we rode different
horses
you rode the untamed
I rode
a different breed
you rode darkness
but I
rode the light
you took the highway
I took the road
you rode your horse
right into the ground
but I
let mine rest awhile
you didn't
care much for living
and I
didn't
care much for dying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem, Dorsey. I like it! Different horses or different paths, and all our lives turn out different.