It was a four-horse race at
Santa Anita.
I was with my old man and
little brother.
I put everything I had on
the number 3 horse to show.
His name was Dusty's Diaper.
Shoemaker was aboard;
the shoe, for God's sake.
It was a sure thing.
All he had to do was not
come in fourth place.
I learned that day,
in a horse race,
that anything can happen.
I was 12 years old.
And like horse racing,
In life, anything can
happen.
Amidst the California evening,
On our way to the car,
I thought my Dad
would live forever.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
In this life nothing is sure not even this statement. A good read Thomas where the narrative has a moral
Thanks.
Most welcome Thomas
Expectations in youth are often naive, before we've been exposed to the harsher realities of life. You've used a wonderful personal story to get the point across, and done it very well.
Thank you.
I think the last Stanza is really Powerful. It speaks to us all. Good Write.
Thanks, Kevin.
A fine write, Thomas. The last lines blew me away.
Thanks, Tom.
Reality at every age. 💜
So true. Thanks, Teddy.
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