Plea #45: The Human My patience wanes.
My caution erodes.
My peach whiskers.
My marrow creaks.

I wanted it then.
I need it now.

The saddle wears.
My steed strains.
My lip dries.
My canteen hollows.
My sweat stops.
My heart slows.

I know it now.
I had it then.

My colt clatters.
My spur spins.
The sand stirs.
Time stands.
The horse flees.
The sun sets.
My glass empties.

The story ended then.
The world forgets now.