"Jockey, little horse-jockey, riding to the race, Jaunty is your bearing, confident your face, Beautiful your goodly steed so powerful and fleet -- But what, my little jockey, is the matter with his feet?" "The shoes are loose, kind stranger. Their click it is you hear. But I myself will fasten them securely, never fear, Since I have brought my tools along, to tighten every shoe; For while the horse is racing, I'll have nothing else to do!" "Jaunty little horse-jockey, with your silly plan, You are not more foolish than many a foolish man -- Up into the saddle, off for the race of life, Expecting to get ready in the middle of the strife." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARTH-CHILD IN THE GRASS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |