youthful times
I use to make it glide across the carpet.
It carried me from room to room.
After sitting down at the table,
After removing my cowboy hat,
After finishing my "beer" (juicebox).
I would ride off into the living room,
Leaving hoof marks on the kitchen floor.
I look back and things were better then.
Because now all I have are youthful times galloping through my mind.