horse and wagon

Truly it's been an honor
for me to learn from you and grown
among so many special ones
who paved the road I traveled, gone
are they, and I awash
with sentimental thoughts, or worse
no thoughts at all. Myself I drag
along the shore
goose or gander throughout the ages
come and go, feathers shorn.
Me? I hear not, see not -- where's the sage
now to rescue me? Blow your horn
I'm not asleep. I am aware