Oh, the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be, Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be. The old gray mare she ain't what she used to be, Many long years ago. Many long years ago, many long years ago, The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be, Many long years ago. The old gray mare she kicked on the whiffletree, Kicked on the whiffletree, kicked on the whiffletree. The old gray mare she kicked on the whiffletree, Many long years ago. Many long years ago, many long years ago, The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be, Many long years ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE |