SempreSirena

I pause, at sunset, on a hill, And watch the sky turn dark, and still, I swish my tail, thoughtfully, And think about eternity. Each moment will not come again, Or will they, someday?  If so, when? I shift my weight, adjust my hooves, And notice how the world moves. I learn, I age, gain, and the price, I profit by, and give advice. There's grey in certain parts of me, A treasure-trove, of memory. There's lovers held, and races won, There's things both well, and badly done. I can be proud, I should be meek, I grow more thoughtful, when I speak. And yet, I watch the foals at play, I hear the things their mothers say, And smile, in secret, a